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The evening time patrol was ideally preferred by the Erasure Hero. With a large majority of the civilians of the city locked inside the security of their own homes, safely tucked away into their beds for the night, nothing overly exhilarating happened.

With the exception of the occasional small band consisting of petty degenerate criminals who lacked any proper inner morals to do anything positively productive with their existence other than wreaking havoc.

The homeroom teacher had made speedy work rendering the sorry excuses for poor judgmental people of the city; handing off their incapacitated bodies off to the police as they arrived on scene.

If the tempo of the night kept up like this, the pro hero might get lucky by chance and be able to head home earlier than normal.

He surely wouldn't hate the idea of getting extra sleep; besides the cool sheets of his bed his bed was seductively beckoning to lull him into a deep slumber.

However, there was a feeling of uneasiness he couldn't shake, one thing struck him as odd.

That being the lackluster aftermath of very recent arrest of Stain, the Hero Killer.

His incarceration made every possible headline that more villains should be out prowling around the city trying to carry out Stain's ideology.

He had highly anticipated an uproar of villains to be flooding the streets, causing mayhem at every corner; conspiring a way to bring the Hero Killer's will to life.

Yet, there was none of that. Nothing like what Aizawa had expected. He wasn't sure whether or not he was disappointed or relieved. If villains weren't making a big showcase of following Stain's ideals; then that would mean they are scheming in the shadows.

Patiently waiting for the most opportune moment.

The pro hero's eyes scanned his patrol route as he sat perched up on a building rooftop, concealed in the darkness of night, the full moonlight bathing him in a pale glow.

Off to his immediate right, Aizawa spotted a white sign with a picture of a man wearing a top hat and holding a microphone, under the picture were the letters Bar Lupin.

Aizawa didn't know much about the bar, then theoretically speaking, he didn't patrol this area regularly. The Lupin bar didn't have any windows on the outside, which told Aizawa that this specific bar was located in the basement.

Aizawa wasn't that much of a big drinker, not that he even had the time juggling the busy life of a pro hero as well as being a homeroom teacher for the next generation of future heroes. Despite that, the idea of slipping back a nice cold beer just sounded so right to him at that moment.

He wouldn't drink too much, just one to destress and calm his nerves a little. He's been hard at work all night for what the night has given him as of this far, what harm could a fifteen-minute break do?

Rising up to his full height from his perched position he moved to swiftly jump off the rooftop to the ground when the sound of approaching footfalls echoed in the small alleyway.

Out of pure curiosity's sake the hero halted all his movements, his dark colored eyes surveyed the facial features of the brown-haired woman once she stepped out of the shadows, allowing a street light to illuminate her.

The woman had long, wavy, dark brown hair. Her bangs framing her face, while some was gathered at the center of her forehead. She appeared to be quite tall and slim from Aizawa's perspective.

For her attire she wore a long sand-colored trench coat leaving the belt of the coat untied. Under the coat she had on a black vest over a striped dress shirt that seemed to have a light blue hue.

The pro hero noticed the woman wore a bolo tie, which was held by a brown ribbon and a turquoise pendant. Completing her look on the lower half of her body she sported beige color pants, and dark brown combat boots.

Aizawa raised a bushy eyebrow as he glanced over the bandages peeking out from her clothing, covering what he could see of her neck and both arms.

Taking a closer look at the woman's sharply defined face, Aizawa realized he recognized this woman. She was Y/N Dazai, a woman wanted for a number of serious crimes.

Every pro hero within the entire country of Japan along with the police force, was well informed she was someone know as an ability user and quite the extraordinary manipulator.

Her ability was called No Longer Human, which nullified both quirks and abilities alike as long as she made physical contact with the user. Doing this, however, puts her body in harm's way all the time, unlike Aizawa's Erasure.

Aizawa observed the wanted woman sauntering closer proximity to the door of the bar. Taking action before she could even lay one finger on the door, he swiftly leaped down from his perch; capture weapon at the ready to use for his disposal.

He landed with a soft thump behind the woman, "Y/N Dazai." The aforementioned woman had a small smile curling on her face.

"You're under arrest on criminal charges for 138 murders, 312 cases of extortion, and 625 cases of fraud. Put those hands up where I can see them." Aizawa barked out the order towards the brunette-haired woman, fully aware of how conniving she could be, given the chance.

Y/N complied, slowly lifting her hands up, her back still facing towards the hero. A small giggle erupted from her throat.

Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed hearing her giggling, what was so amusing to the woman? Does she think something as serious as being incarcerated is a laughing matter?

What's wrong with her?

"Is this funny to you?"

"Sorry, sorry. I just think this whole entire situation is ironic." Y/N replied coolly as she turned away from the bar door to face the pro hero, her hands still up to show him she didn't intend to cause any harm.

"How so?"

"Well now, aren't you a ray of sunshine? Come on don't make me spell it out for you Eraser Head, I suspected you of all people to be smarter than that. But I guess I'll enlighten you." She cooed teasingly, aggravating the pro hero.

"Cut the crap and just tell me what the hell you mean."

"It's ironic because not even I was expecting my capture to come from someone whose quirk is almost identical to my ability. I find great humor thinking it over again even as we speak." The brunette giggled once more; she couldn't help but be tickled by the thought.

She noticed the pro hero roll his eyes at her through the dimly lit alleyway.

"If you find it that funny then good for you. You'll have plenty of time to laugh about it for as long as you want when you're locked up in Tartarus. You'll need all the humor you can get."

The pro hero sneered tiredly at the brunette, reaching in his back pocket he pulled out a pair of handcuffs he kept handy on himself.

He could have used his capture weapon on the brunette, but that would mean obstructing his view of her hands.

He wanted to keep a close eye out to make sure she wasn't up to anything he wasn't aware of.

"Ow!~ So rough, at least buy me dinner first before you attempt the kinky foreplay. I'm delicate."

He wrapped his hand tightly around her bicep; dragging her to his side.

"Quit your nonsense and let's go. I'll personally go out of my way to take you to Tartarus myself."

"Eraser Head!"

Aizawa turned his head away from the brunette to look at the direction the voice hollered from. A police man stood at the end of the alleyway waving his arm to catch the pro hero's attention.

The officer glanced at the brunette Aizawa still had his iron tight grip on for a split second before looking back at the hero, "Do you have that one, or do you want me to take her?"

Aizawa dismissively shook his head, "I got her, don't worry."

The police smiply smiled quickly at the hero then took his leave; allowing the Erasure Hero to deal with the brunette in question.

Once the police had walked off Aizawa turned his attention back towards Y/N who stared at the homeroom teacher innocently, a cheeky grin glued to her face.

The hero opened his mouth to address her but before he could form any words into a sentence his cellphone rang inside his pants pocket.

Aizawa tsked, his phone ringing was such awful timing. The tips of his fingernails dug into the skin of Y/N's covered bicep, the brunette didn't flinch at all, the pro hero's eyes shot dark glares at her, warning her not to move an inch.

Y/N flashed him a closed eyed smile in response as the pro hero plunged his free hand deep into his pants pockets to retrieve the ringing device, pressing the 'accept call' button he brought the phone up to his ear, "Aizawa speaking."

"Ah, Aizawa happy you answered. Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

On the other end of the phone line was the principal of U.A High speaking calmly as he took a sip of his tea he had just brewed for himself.

"No, you didn't. I was just about to wrap up my patrol for the night after I escorted a wanted fugitive to Tartarus."

This immediately peaked the principal's interest, "A wanted fugitive you say? Might I ask who that may be?"

Aizawa's eyes flitted to the brunette who remained smiling at him. It almost concerned him how much the brunette was smiling while she was in this current predicament. What a peculiar one she is.

"Y/N Dazai. I spotted her walking in an alleyway."

"Oh my, is that so? Well since she's already in your custody I would love to meet with her before you send her off to Tartarus!" Aizawa couldn't believe his ears, he was almost certain he had misheard what the principal was saying.

He wanted to meet her?

Why?

An even better question would be what did he want to meet a wanted fugitive for?

"Come again?"

"I said I would like to meet her! She has ducked authority figures containing both police and pro heroes for numerous years, I would love to have a chat with her to pick her brain."

Aizawa bit back a groan, he didn't want to bring an ex-mafia executive back to the school campus, especially since U.A was still on high alert as well as constant surveillance following the U.S.J. attack. "Principal Nezu, are you sure that is a good idea-"

"Of course! I most likely won't get an opportunity to speak to her once she's locked up in Tartarus."

"You could just go there yourself if you want to talk to her that badly."

"Nonsense, you have her now it would be easier as well as quicker if you brought her here now. I'll be waiting for you both." With that said, the principle ended the call.

Aizawa drew his phone back from his ear, staring blankly at the screen showing that the call had ended.

The pro hero locked his phone before slipping the device back into his pocket, he then slid his hand down his face, sighing loudly.

"So, let's get going. The principal is obviously excited to meet me. I must say I am flattered, I never had anyone excited to see me like that."  Y/N chimed, having eavesdropped on the entire conversation.

Aizawa snapped his eyes towards the brunette-haired woman, she could see the mounting frustration flashing through his tired appearing gaze.

She stifled another fit of giggles, she liked teasing the pro hero. His reactions only urged her to tease him even more.

"Let's get this over with. The sooner we can get this uncalled-for meet-and-greet done, the sooner I can take you to Tartarus; which means afterwards I can finally go home and sleep."

"I thought you looked tired, those dark eye bags tell some stories."

"Are you usually this aggravating? Usually when people get arrested, they don't talk much."

This time Y/N couldn't hold back her hearty chuckle, "I'm not like usual people, you don't even know half of it. Well, since you're in such a hurry to get some obviously much needed sleep, lead the way, Eraser Head."

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Aizawa and Y/N had made their way back to U.A; now standing just outside the door of Principal Nezu's office.

The brunette tried to make small talk with the pro hero while they were in course towards the school but the homeroom teacher wasn't having it.

He ignored her to the best of his capability quite remarkably well for the rest of the way, already fed up with the woman in the few short moments he had spent with her.

The pro hero raised his knuckles up against the office door and knocked lightly, "Come in, Aizawa." Came the instant response from the eagerly awaiting principal on the other side of the door.

The pro hero pushed open the door, pulling on Y/N with the grip he maintained on her bicep as he did so. Once inside the office Y/N's mahogany-colored eyes landed directly on the white animal sitting behind a wooden desk sipping on a cup of hot tea.

This took the brunette by mild surprise, she didn't know what she was expecting when it came down to meeting the principal of the number one ranked school in heroics, but she for damned sure wasn't expecting some sort of animal.

Principal Nezu, on the other hand; perked up visibly when he caught glance of the brunette-haired woman, Aizawa ushered the two of them closer to the principal's desk to where they stood directly in front of it.

"Hi there! I'm Principal Nezu, I see you are puzzled by my appearance. Am I dog? A mouse? Or a bear? No one knows, but I definitely know who you are, Y/N Dazai, of the Armed Detective Agency, and former Port Mafia Executive."

Y/N's eyes grew wide as stars bloomed in her pupils gazing at the talking animal in amazement. Quirks were so interesting.

"Waah! So cool! I never met a talking animal before, now I'm glad you brought me here, Eraser Head!"

The pro hero beside her gazed at her blankly, resisting the urge to gag her mouth with his capturing weapon.

Principal Nezu chuckled at her reaction; clearing his throat and smiling at the two that stood before him, "I'm sorry, where are my manners? Would either of you like some tea?"

"No thank you, just ask her what you wanted to ask her so I can send her to Tartarus already." Aizawa hastily shot down before Y/N could accept the principal's offer, not wanting to handle Y/N for much longer than he already has.

"Very well." Principal Nezu smiled, looking directly at the brunette.

"Now Dazai-san I'm sure you understand that you are a highly wanted woman in the eye of the hero society. Despite the clear evident fact to me that you've turned your back on the Port Mafia and are now a detective; in the process of redeeming yourself to atone for your past. I'm afraid that the Public Hero Safety Commission still views you as a dangerous criminal who should be locked up for the remainder of your days; out of fear that one day, you'll snap. You're too unpredictable to them.

While I would love to pick your brain, I'm under the impression you wouldn't open up to me so easily. As the two of you were traveling down this way upon my request, I've thought of a specific idea I'm about to offer you, one that I don't think you'll turn down."

Y/N titled her head out of curiosity, all her attention focused fully on the principal, "I'm listening."

"I'm willing to offer you a position here as an assistant teacher in exchange; you won't be sent to Tartarus, you'll be under the watchful eyes of U.A as you continue to redeem yourself for your past crimes. I can arrange for your indefinite absence at the Detective Agency through your President. However, I won't force this decision on you, it's completely up to you whether or not you want to take up on my offer, although if you decline, Aizawa will be cleared to take you directly down to Tartarus for booking. The choice is yours."

Y/N took a moment to mull over the principal's offer, for her the answer was obvious. If being watched like a hawk at U.A High meant not serving time in a highly guarded prison facility, she had no issues with that.

Her full lips curled into a bright smile, her eyes glimmering under the lighting in the office, "I accept your offer."

The principal smiled back at her, pleased with her decision. "I thought you'd see it that way! Aizawa, say hello to your new assistant teacher for class 1-A."

Nezu raised a paw in a gesturing motion towards the brunette now gazing at the homeroom teacher.

Aizawa's eyes widened, darting over to the woman who smirked smugly at him, "Looking forward to working with you, partner~"

"What? No. No. Why me? I already have my hands full with the students, make her someone else's burden."

Principal Nezu shook his head at Aizawa's request, "You're the only one who I believe can keep the closest eye on her. I'll leave her in your care, I know you can do it."

"Is it too late to resign?"

Both Nezu and Y/N chuckled at Aizawa's uninterested deadpanned expression, the brunette was for sure going to make use of teasing the pro hero daily.

"Yes, it's far too late to resign, now would you please remove the handcuffs on our new faculty member, they look rather uncomfortable."

Aizawa sighed as he reached into his pocket searching for the key to the handcuffs. 

"Oh, there's no need for that." Y/N stated, making both males look questioning at her, how did she expect to get the handcuffs off without the key for them?

"What do you-"

The brunette internally smirked as she snapped her fingers, the handcuffs unlatched open before they fell down to the ground. Y/N rubbed gingerly at her wrists, a breathy sigh of relief escaped her once the handcuffs were off.

"I've been wanting to do that ever since they were put on." 

Aizawa choked back a noise of his obvious surprise, 'She voluntarily kept the cuffs on? This whole time she could have escaped but instead she allowed me to take her to the principal...'

"How did you just do that?"

Y/N opened her hand, revealing the small needle sitting right in the middle of her palm, a proud smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, "I'm a master at lock picking."

Principal Nezu lost all control of his laughter at that point.

This was about to get really interesting.

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"Live TV till noon! Today's topic is: "Is sexiness necessary for hero work?" And so, we have these two in the studio today—" A black haired male news reporter standing behind a brown podium smiled warmly as he gestured his hand to his left, directing the news camera over to a curvy woman with luscious creamy blonde that reached down near her waist, two shorter strands on her hair she had curled to frame her face.

Dressed in a costume composed of a purple and pale tan-colored skintight bodysuit, which was accented by orange stripes. A pair of long gloves cut off at the woman's forearms adorned the same design with orange accents on the edge of the cuffs, as did her boots that had a deep v-shape cut which stopped mid-thigh. Her bodysuit costume also had three orange diamond-shaped dots on the purple top located under her chest, a purple face mask with a horn-like appearance completing her hero look. 

"A rookie who debuted just this year, Mt. Lady, and- Midnight, who is currently teaching at U.A High School!" The camera focused on the woman known as Midnight who had stunning sky blue eyes and spiky, darky purple hair which was made of up various lengths, the longest once reaching just below her waist. 

Her hero costume resembled that of a traditional dominatrix. Her costume composed of a breastless, black leotard corset over a thin, skin-tight white body suit which complimented as well as flaunted her curvy body. The center strip of her leotard corset had three red gemstone embellished in a vertical pattern that extended from her collar to her diaphragm. 

She also wore black thigh-high garter stockings which was attached to burgundy belt decorated by gold studs around her hips and knee high black boots, cuffs laid on each of her wrists while a small red mask added a nice contrast of color to her creamy skin. 

"Thank you both for coming today. Please, have a seat. Now, Midnight, when you first debuted, your costume was so extreme that it caused a stir, eventually leading to the "Regulations for Exposed Skin in Costumes" bill being submitted to the National Diet. You're known as a veteran hero who changed the country."

"It's still pretty bad right now, though." Mt. Lady butted in, glancing at Midnight's costume from the corner of her eyes while a smug smile grew on her face. 

Midnight looked down at her forearm, picking at the white material of her skin tight bodysuit. 

"Now I'm going for the "ultra-thin" style. Many say that because of the nature of their Quirks, clothes obstruct their abilities. It's not a matter of whether or not sexiness is necessary, but rather that the result of necessity became seen as sexy."

"It's just what you like, right?" Mt. Lady jeered at the dark haired woman she sat beside, cutting her off while still smiling smugly, mostly likely wanting to get a rise out of the older pro hero, which she did successfully causing the news cast crew members to sweatdrop when the two highly respected women started bickering with each other.

Midnight slapped her right hand against the tabletop, a tick mark forming on her head as she looked to her side to meet Mt. Lady's eyes. 

"What's with you? Trying to pick a fight?"

"Of course not! It's just, how do I put it-- I think you're amazing!" Mt. Lady praised the dark haired woman at first, she then however lowered her voice down an octave as she looked slightly to her left slyly, "For your age."

Hearing the snide remark about her age, Midnight rose from her seating position, slamming both her hands on the tabletop this time in irritation. "Are you trying to show that your only redeeming feature is your youth? Even though you're not that young?"

"I'm saying that if the older generation tried too hard, then it's hopeless for us younger folks!" Mt. Lady exclaimed back at the fuming Midnight who clenched her teeth angrily at the blonde woman.

"--You little...!"

"--Hey, watch your hands!"

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"Okay, that's it for today's lesson. There's only one week left until the final exams. You all are studying properly, right? I'm sure you already know, but it won't just be a written exam. There's also a practical component. Make sure you train your minds and bodies at the same time." 

Aizawa addressed his students who looked attentively at their teacher all except for Bakugo; who had his head resting in the palm of his hand as he looked to the side out to window.

"Before I dismiss you all, I have one last announcement to make." Aizawa continued, resisting the urge to groan with displeasure as he prepared himself, knowing full well that the person he was about to introduce to his students was standing right on the other side of the classroom door; listening. 

"Both me and Principal Nezu had encountered a rather... special individual recently. It was decided by the principal that this person was to join us in class 1-A and accompany me as an assistant teacher." The teacher informed his engrossed students, even Bakugou now had his full undivided attention at this point, curious as to who was the newly appointed teacher. 

However, a majority of the class was confused as to why they even needed an additional teacher. 

"I'm sure some of you have questions you would like to ask that I can guarantee you I won't have a logical answer to, instead just ask them to this particular person, yourselves. You can come on in now, Y/N." 

All the student's heads craned over to the door, watching immensely as it slid open revealing the a brunette-haired woman smiling brightly. 

The woman skipped merrily over to the black-haired male slinging her arm around his shoulder which he quickly shook her off, shooting her a dirty look afterwards.  

"What are you doing touching me so casually?"

"Heh? We're partners now, Shouta-kun, what's so wrong with me hanging off of you?"

"Just because we are now forced to work together doesn't mean you have the right to touch me like you've known me for years. Refrain from "hanging off of me" as you put it from now on." The black-haired teacher grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the woman who grinned back at him in response.

"I'll have you know that hanging in any shape or form is good for shoulder cramps!"

"Don't spew out that kind of ridiculousness in front of our students. You're a teacher now, behave yourself and act like one." Aizawa's glare only intensified; causing the brunette to grin decisively innocent, she was definitely going to make the most of teasing him during her time here at U.A.

Her mahogany colored eyes sweep over each and every single student for a brief second before they moved onto the next, studying the puzzled expressions on their features. 

Retracting one of her hands out of the depths of her coat pockets she waved lackadaisically at the body of students with a lopsided smile glued on her face. 

"I am Dazai. Y/N Dazai, the new assistant teacher, pleased to meet you all." 

A hand belonging to none other than Tenya Iida shot up into the air. 

"Pardon me for asking, but what is the meaning of you becoming a teacher this late into the semester? Mr. Aizawa has done a great job all on his own, what purpose do you serve that he hasn't already fulfilled?"

Y/N's eyes locked onto the stern face of the dark blue haired teen, from his way with words, to his mannerism, even down to his glasses reminded the brunette of her partner back at the detective agency. 

Kunikida 2.0

The woman chortled loudly, wrapping her arms around her torso as her giggles continued to ring out, she couldn't help it. The similarities were just too perfect. 

Her melodically laughter baffled the students, totally clueless on what she was laughing at or rather if she was laughing at Iida himself. 

Next to her Aizawa agitatedly rolled his eyes before proceeding to facepalm himself.

"Excuse me, but this isn't a laughing matter. It was a rather serious question." 

Iida spoke up again, his agitation for the woman slowly rising; however,  he refused to let that emotion shine through on his face. The brunette wiped the joyous tears out of the corners of her eyes, taking a moment to recollect herself before she addressed the teen's curiosity.

"My apologies, you're just so serious it reminded me of someone I know. Anyway, to answer your question your principal paired me up with Mr. Gloomy here is because my ability and his Quirk are almost identical, he thought it would be best if I would impart my wisdom amongst the young heroes of the next generation." 

She exaggerated the truth a bit, feeling like the students didn't need to know the true reason on why she was appointed to being an assistant teacher for their class. 

What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. 

A different student raised their hand. 

Y/N glanced over, making eye contact with the teen with fluffy dark green hair, his matching emerald eyes wide with wonder. 

"Um... You said your "ability" and Mr. Aizawa's Quirk are nearly identical. What exactly do you mean by that? Also what is an "ability", is it another word for Quirks?"

Y/N hummed placing her chin in between her index finger and thumb. She had a feeling one of the students was going to bring this up as they have no clue what abilities truly are. 

"Well, in some ways abilities and quirks are similar. For example a person may be an ability user since birth or could manifest later on in life, just like Quirks where they can manifest at a certain age or a certain person can be labeled as a late bloomer who don't develop their Quirk until later on. On the other hand, it is said that a person can have no more than one ability while some Quirks have multiple powers. A person's ability is powered by that person's soul and will as their energy force, while Quirks are extensions of a person's bodily function that can be trained and worn out.

My ability is called No Longer Human, which is always active no matter what. I can nullify both Quirks and abilities alike through physical contact, because of my ability I am also immune to all attacks composed of Quirks and abilities. I'm even able to nullify Mr. Aizawa's Quirk.~" The brunette cooed taking a glance over to the black-haired male while she heard a collection of shocked gasps echoing around the classroom. 

Was she technically stronger than Aizawa in terms of supernatural powers? If that was the case, who would win between the two if it came down to basic hand-to-hand combat? 

"If you don't mind me asking and excuse me if this is too personal of a question to ask, Ms. Dazai but why is your arms and neck bandaged up like that?" A cute brown-haired girl questioned, sounding generally concerned for the older woman.

Stars lit up in Y/N chocolate brown eyes, dashing in front of the brown haired girl in an instant grasping teen's hands into her own. The potent blush on the teen's cheeks darkened in color as her amber eyes widened at the woman. 

"Ahh~, I'm glad you asked. I use them for style! They're nice, aren't they? Extremely multi-purposed, they're pretty useful at hiding my unsightly suicide attempts."

"W-What?!" The brown-haired teen shrieked, she thought the bandages covered up something bad, but hearing the older woman inflicted injury to her own self; knocked the wind out of the teen's lungs. 

"You see, I love suicide. I wish to die but I hate pain. If you were older, I would have asked you to commit a double suicide with me." Y/N sighed dreamily; unaware of the bizarre looks the students were sending her. 

What kind of sane person openly admits they love suicide? 

Aizawa, having enough of her for now and her strange love of suicide, reached forward to grab at the back of her coat and yanked her away from the brown-haired teen. 

"That's enough, no more suicide talk with the students. They're going to be traumatized for life, no thanks to you. Just what I needed. I'm quite certain that I told you before to behave, didn't I?" 

With the back of Y/N's trench coat still in his grasp, he begins to lead the brunette out of the classroom with him. 

"We have other issues to discuss, come along now before we are late because of you."

The woman sulked reaching a hand out towards the brown-haired teen known as Ochako Uraraka, "But I haven't even told her about the many different ways there are to commit a double suicide!" 

"If you don't stop with the suicide talk in front of the students, I'll kill you myself." Aizawa threatened through clenched teeth, still pulling her with him out towards the door. 

The brunette whirled her head around to face the black-haired male. She pressed her hands together in a praying motion glancing at the older male with excitement dancing in her brown eyes.

"You promise? I wouldn't mind dying at your hand! Your hands would look good wrapped around my neck strangling me, don't you think?!"

Aizawa pressed his hand over the brunette's mouth in an attempt to silence her obsessive suicide talk. His eyes raised back to his students who were all watching the two interact with each other, most of them having a deadpanned expression on their faces. 

Not that he could blame them, Y/N Dazai truly was an odd one.

"Like I said, you'll be seeing more of her from now on. That's all, you're dismissed."

Aizawa dragged the brunette suicide- lover out the classroom door before she could be anymore bothersome. 

He was really loathing Principal Nezu's idea for pairing h this woman up with him. How he wishes he had just ignored that dreadful phone call and brought the woman straight to Tartarus instead. 

He brought this walking headache into his life himself. 

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The last week before the final exams flew by in the blink of an eye for the students. They had all studied long and hard in preparation for the exams, after all every single one of the students wanted to participate in attending the training camp. 

After three long grueling days of the written part of the exams, the students dressed in their hero customs stood across from not only Y/N and Aizawa, but also Present Mic, Thirteen, Cementoss, Snipe, Midnight, Ectoplasm, and Power Loader. 

Over the past week, Y/N had memorized her coworker's pro hero names along with all the students as she was acquainted by them, they too were in a state of shock once they found out just how strong her ability was. 

The brunette and Midnight had hit it off instantly, at one point and time Y/N had actually went down on one knee before the dark-haired woman and asked her to join her in a lover's suicide as Midnight was just her type. 

After a short winded explanation from Aizawa that Y/N was obsessed with the idea of suicide, Midnight politely shot Y/N's request down as best of she could. 

Afterwards however, the two women became close rather quick while Midnight was still on the surprised side that the brunette was so suicidal, she didn't let that fact bother her as she would check on the brunette's well being daily to ensure she was doing as just fine.

"Now, we will begin the practical exam. Of course, it is possible to fail this exam. If you want to go to the training camp, then don't make any stupid mistakes." Aizawa states all the while looking over his student's determined faces. 

"There are a lot of teachers...." Jirou analyzed the various pro heroes standing in front of them.

"I expect that you all have gathered information ahead of time and have some idea of what you will be doing."

"We're fighting robot warriors like at the entrance exam, right?" Denki exclaimed as he threw his head back and struck a pose. 

"Fireworks! Curry! Test of Courage!" Mina cheered beside Denki throwing up her first in excitement. 

"Too bad!" A voice declared from within Aizawa's capture weapon.

"For various reasons, the exam will be different starting this time!" Principal Nezu popped out for the capture weapon, placing a paw against the side of the black-haired male's stoic face. 

The principal looked over to Y/N standing beside Midnight and smiled at the brunette who mirrored a small smile right back in return.

"Principal Nezu!" Sero, Jirou, and Ojiro simultaneously said seeing the familiar mammal. 

"Different?" Momo questioned, feeling unsure what the principal meant. 

"From now on, we want to focus on person-to person combat and hero work, and stress teaching that is closer to actual fighting." Principal Nezu explained as he climbed down Aizawa using his capture weapon, once he was back down on the ground he pointed over at the students. 

"So...We'll have you form teams of two to fight against one teacher! "

The students gasp out hearing the news, "Against... the teachers? Even Dazai-sensei?" Uraraka asked, all eyes darting over to the brunette who in return; had a closed eyed smile innocently resting on her features. 

"Not me, unfortunately I'm too overpowered if I was to face a team of students, which wouldn't be fair. I'm just a spectator for this exam." 

The students instantly visibly relaxed, they have yet to see her ability in action but if all it took was a simple touch from her to be practically powerless for as long as she was touching them, then their exams would be over in a heartbeat.

"In addition, the pairs and who each pair will be up against have already been decided. These were determined at my discretion based on various factors, including fighting style, grades, and interpersonal relationships, so here they are: First, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu are one team, and they're fighting me." Aizawa smirked at the two students, grasping his capture weapon. 

"And Midoriya and Bakugo are a team, and their opponent..." 

Up from high in the sky, leaped All Might who crashed down directly in front of the two teen boys that stared wide eyed at their favorite pro hero. 

"I... will do it!" The buff male proclaimed as he rose up to his feet, clenching his left hand into a fist. 

"All Might?!"

"Work together to beat me, you two!"

A Few Days Ago

"With the connection between Hero Killer: Stain and the League of Villains,  there is the possibility that the villains will be reinvigorated, huh?" Principal Nezu spoke amongst the pro heroes and former executive sitting in a 'U' shape formation at the long brown desk tops within the conference room they were all gathered in. 

"Of course, it would be better to prevent that before it begins but as a school, it would be best to be completely certain. If we consider how fights against villains will continue to intensify in today's society, then combat training against robots from what I have heard is not practical." 

Y/N who sat next to Aizawa interjected, folding her hands together while she glanced at the pro heroes. 

"From what I gathered, the robots were used to avoid complaints about people being injured in the entrance exams that were held."

"We can just ignore those. Let them say what they want." Aizawa said, keeping his head down and his arms crossed. 

"We can't exactly do that now, can we?" Midnight pondered, looking over towards the principal. 

"I understand why you want to change the exam, but having the students fight us in teams of two..." Cementoss trailed off his statement glancing at Midnight who seemed to agree with what he was getting at. 

"Yes, I think that is a bit unfair." Thirteen chimed in their input, agreeing with Cementoss as well. 

"If we win too easily, we won't be able to give them grades." Present Mic then voiced his concern about the idea of changing the exam. 

"Of course, we would take that into consideration and give the students a handicap."

Aizawa turned his attention to the principal sitting on the other side of him. "Principal Nezu, what do you think?"

"Of course, I also agree with changing the practical exam. What should we do to keep the students from being in even more danger? The answer is simple. We must have the students themselves become stronger."

"That's true."

"I have no objections."

Aizawa grabbed the stack of papers that was placed on the desk, reading the context out loud for the others to hear. 

"Then, to determine the teams-- First, Todoroki. In general, he's doing well, but overall, he has a tendency to use brute force. And Yaoyorozu is an all-rounder but lacks the ability to make spur-of-the-moment decisions  and apply them. Therefore, I will erase their Quirks and take advantage of their weaknesses in close combat."

"No objections!"

"Next, for Midoriya and Bakugo, I'm leaving them to you, All Might. For these two, I didn't pair them up based on ability or grades." Aizawa looked up for the papers he was reading from to look at the blonde male in the eyes. 

"Just on how badly they get along. You like Midoriya, right? Please instruct them well."

Back To Present

"And now, we'll announce the teams and the teachers they'll be up against all at once!"

Cementoss vs  Eijiro Kirishima and Rikido Sato

Ectoplasm vs Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami

Power Loader vs Tenya Iida and Mashirao Ojiro

Eraser Head vs Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu

Thirteen vs Ochaco Uraraka and Yuga Aoyama

Principal Nezu vs Denki Kaminari and Mina Ashido

Present Mic vs Kyoka Jiro and Koji Koda

Snipe vs Mezo Shoji and Toru Hagakure

Midnight vs Hanta Sero and Minoru Mineta

All Might vs Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya

"The time limit for the exam is thirty minutes! Your objective is either to put these handcuffs on the teacher, or to have one of you escape from the stage!" Principal Nezu informs, showing the students a pair of bulky yellow handcuffs.

"Capture the teacher or escape...It's kind of like combat training." Denki replied, cupping his chin in his right hand in thought as he looked slightly to the side.

Mina raised her hand, "Is it really okay to run away?"

"Yup."

"But it'll be different from the combat training! You'll be up against someone waaaaaaay better than you!" Present Mic hollered feeling confident in himself as he taunted the students before he struck various poses. 

"Better...than us? I can't really imagine it, though..." Jiro responded calmly, while her teammate for the practical exam, Koda sweatdropped beside her.

"Dummy! Hey girl, watch your mouth! You hear?" The blonde voice hero exclaimed, getting more fired up to face the team of students than he already was.

"This time, your exam will be very similar to a real battle. Please think of us as villains." Thirteen added, lifting a finger as they spoke.

"Assuming you come across the enemy, if you think you can win a fight against them, then that is fine. However--"

"In cases where there's too big a difference in your abilities, it would be smarter to run away and get help. Todoroki, Iida, Midoriya. I'm sure you three understand this well." Aizawa finished where Snipe leaves off then addressing three students individually.

Iida glances down at his left hand before he clenched it into a tight ball in fierce determination, "I won't make that mistake again. I will pass this test and prove that!"

"That's right! Your decision-making skills are being tested! But with these rules, you're probably thinking the only choice is to run, right? That's why we had the support course make these for us!" All Might waggled his index finger back and forth before he reached around for something behind the left side of his buffed up body.

"Ultra compressed weights!"

"We'll put on about half of our body weight. It's to give you a handicap. It's old-fashioned, but it makes it hard to move and eats up stamina! Oh shoot, they're heavier than I thought..." All Might explained while tightening the second set of compressed weights onto his wrists.

"By the way, there was a competition to decide on the design, and we ended up using Young Hatsume's. 

Bakugo glowered at the pro hero through his black face mask, "To allow us to consider fighting against you, huh? You're underestimating us." 

The blonde teen's claim caused the pro hero to heartily chuckle, one of his blue eyes gleaming in the sunlight. "I  wonder."

"All right, each team will take the practical exam in order on the prepared stage. Sato, Kirishima, get ready." Aizawa informed as the remaining teacher walked away to prepare themselves for their battles against the students. 

"Yes sir!"

"Those waiting their turns can watch the exams with Y/N or think of strategies as a team. Do what you want. That's all. Come Y/N." The homeroom teacher continued before he too, turned away beginning to walk off as well. 

The brunette flashed them all a bright smile for encouragement, "Good luck you guys, I'll be rooting for you!"

Chapter Text

{I am skipping the practical exams because let's be honest, all that will be boring to read and even more boring to write it out. This is a small time skip to when the students plan a trip to the mall where Midoriya runs into Shigaraki}

"Everyone... I'm looking forward... to hearing your stories...about training camp..." Mina breathed out between her little sobs as Denki, Sato, and Kirishima stood behind her; looking absolutely devasted that they weren't going to the training camp with the rest of their classmates.

As they were the select few of students have failed their practical exams compared to everyone else.

"W-We don't know for sure yet! There might be a last-minute twist!" Midoriya tried his best to reassure the heartbroken group of four, hoping to lift their spirits at least a little, if at all.

Sero, who stood behind him, placed his hand on Midoriya's right shoulder. 

"Stop, Midoriya. If you say it out loud, it'll probably jinx it." 

"If we failed the exams, then we'd have to skip training camp and be in summer school hell. And since we didn't pass the practical... If you guys still don't get it, then you're dumber than monkeys!" Denki shrieked out hysterically before he jabbed his index and middle finger into both of Midoriya's eyeballs.

"Calm down. That's too long. I don't know, either." Sero jerked his thumb back to point at himself, "Our team passed thanks to Mineta, but I was just sleeping the whole time. Anyway, since we don't know how they're scoring it..."

Denki trembled momentarily as he kept his head low, his bright yellow hair casting a shadow over his eyes before he snapped his head back at Sero as steady tears flowed down his cheeks.

"If you feel bad for us, then I dunno, just bring me back lots of stuff!"

While behind the distraught lightning bolt haired teen, Midoriya covered up his eyes with his hands as he moved randomly in agony from the stinging sensation of having fingers ruthlessly jabbed into them with his mouth wide open in a silent scream.

The classroom door then slid open, revealing their black-haired teacher, Mr. Aizawa and Y/N who popped her head up over the older male's shoulder as a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she observed the students hustle into their seats without speaking a word, "Once the bell rings, get in your seats." 

The homeroom teacher alongside his assistant, sauntered into their shared classroom. The black-haired male taking his usual position standing behind his podium, while Y/N leaned her elbow on the shoulder of the older male humming her suicide song to herself.

Aizawa's right eye twitched in annoyance but nevertheless he remained silent.

He was starting to understand that the more he told the brunette-haired woman not to do something; like leaning against or on him for example, the more she was going to do anyways.

"Morning. Unfortunately, there are those who did not pass the final exams. Accordingly, for the training camp in the woods..."

"Everyone's going!" Y/N chimed enthusiastically striking a pose with her hand as she had her index finger outstretched and her thumb resting against the side of her cheek when she raised her hand up to her face, her brown eyes having a special sparkle at the announcement. 

"A last minute twist!" A lively chorus hollered out from the group of four students that were sulking just earlier.

During the incredibly short time she has been an assistant teacher for Class 1-A, she has grown extremely fond of and attached to all of the students.

Y/N didn't want to see any of them missing out on the training camp experience, it didn't much to convince Aizawa like she thought it would.

He was already planning on letting all of them go, even the ones who failed their practical exams. She was going to bug the black-haired male nonstop if he hadn't decided to allow everyone to go, especially since the training camp would be beneficial to them all.

But of course there was a catch that the failed students weren't aware of...just yet.

Although, as much as the pro hero tried to act all tough, Aizawa was such a softie when it came down to his students, something Y/N realized right from the start.   

"We can go, too?!" Kirishima grinned brightly, feeling overjoyed that he wasn't going to be left out nor left behind by his classmates.

Tears of happiness made their presence known in the corner of Mina's yellow eyes, "Really?!"

"Yeah. Some failed, but no one failed the written exam. In the practical, Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido, Sato, and Sero failed." Y/N listed off the names of students who failed, watching as the latter mentioned facepalmed himself in disappointment.

"I knew it... Just because my team passed didn't mean I scored high enough not to fail..."

"For the time's exam, we on the villains' side made sure to leave a way for the students to win while watching to see how you all would take on the task at hand. If we hadn't, most of you would've gotten stuck before you started." Aizawa picked up where Y/N had left off as he continued to fill the eager students in on their exam results.

"So when you said you were really out to crush us..." Ojiro muttered, looking up at the black-haired teacher in front of him.

"That was to make you feel cornered. In the first place, the training camp in the woods is one to increase strength. So those who failed need it the most. They have to get stronger. It was a rational falsehood." Aizawa announced, a big grin forming on his face.

Y/N snickered loudly, earning a not so discreet icy glare from the black-haired male. It wasn't every day the normally stone-faced homeroom teacher smiled in any sort of way as he just did.

Oh, how Y/N wishes she could have taken a picture in the moment.

"A rational falsehood?!" The students that had failed the exams jumped up and down in celebration as they cheered elated. "Yay!"

"I was tricked again! As expected of U.A." Iida sprung up from his seat at his desk with his arm raised up high, "However, since you lied to us twice, our faith in you will waver! This is strike one for you, Dazai-sensei!"

Uraraka chuckled behind him, "Wow, you're being a wet blanket, Iida."

"That's true. I'll consider that. But I wasn't lying about everything." Aizawa cut his eyes away from the teen who had outburst his assumption, back to the group of failed students who had froze in place, halting their mini celebration abruptly. 

"Failure is failure. We have prepared a separate time for extra lessons for you all." The black-haired teacher added, causing the students' mood to damper from excitement to disappointment.

"You guys honestly didn't think we were going to reward failure just like that so easily, did you?" Y/N teased playfully at the group, letting her tongue snake out of mouth to wet her lips as she flashed them a sly grin.

"To think, you all should know your homeroom teacher by now, tsk tsk such a shame.~"

"Frankly, it'll be tougher than the extra lessons you'd get if you stayed at school." Aizawa added on, then moving on from the subject at hand to carry on with his lesson he had planned for the day.

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As time ticked by, class was eventually dismissed. Aizawa was quick to leave first, mentioning to the brown-haired woman that he had a meeting to attend that wasn't mandatory for Y/N, not like she would have gone on her own free will, even if the meeting was in fact mandatory.

Aizawa most likely would've had to drag her there.

The brunette-haired woman remained in the classroom with the students, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed, listening in as the students talked amongst themselves.

"Well, in any case, I'm glad we can all go together." Ojiro said with a kind smile as he held a 'Training Camp Guide' book in his hands while Sero and Sato cracked their own smiles joyously.

Not too far away, Midoriya and Denki crowded around Iida as he too, also holding up the guide book in his hands browsing over the contents within it. "A week of training camp, huh?"

"We'll have to bring a lot of stuff with us." The green-haired teen commented scanning through the pages of the guide book Iida held open.

"I don't have a bathing suit or anything. I'll have to buy a bunch of stuff." Denki comments, making the two other boys look up from the guide book.

"Oh, then since we're off tomorrow, and we just finished our exams, why doesn't Class A all go shopping together?!" Hagakure suggested to which most of the students agreed.

"Oh, good idea! Wouldn't that be the first time we all hung out together?" Denki remarked as he glanced to the side where Uraraka stood, nodding merrily.

"Hey, Bakugo, you're coming too!" Kirishima declared smiling as he watched the uninterested hothead blonde teen starting to walk away.

"Like I'd do something so irritating." Bakugo replied as he disappeared out into the hallway without sparing a look back.

Midoriya walked hopeful towards his newfound friend in Todoroki who looked at the green-haired teen coolly.

"Will you come too, Todoroki?"

"I go visit my mom on our days off."

"You guys are such party poopers! Get a clue, you clueless guys!" Mineta complained, his comment however, was rather ignored by his fellow classmates.

"Dazai-sensei! You're coming, right?" Asked the voices of Denki and MIna, catching the attention of the remaining students who looked over to the woman with a slightly surprised expression on her face.

While yes, she and all the students bonded rather quickly, she wasn't expecting them to outright invite her to go shopping for the training camp with them.

Although she wasn't that much older than them, she simply thought the students only saw her as another teacher which is why the sudden question baffled her.

The brunette straight away rebounded from her surprised state, "Oh? I never realized that students actually want to hang out with their teachers after school. ~"

"Well, we thought it'd be fun to include you. You know since you act fairly close to our own ages. You probably need to do some shopping to prepare also, right?" Momo pointed out, walking up beside Mina to join to conversation in convincing the brunette.

"Plus, you being ridiculously hot is an extra bonus. You look younger than you actually are." Denki flirted, winking daringly at the older woman who harmlessly giggled at the teen.

"You all sure do know how to be persuasive. I'm impressed, you've convinced me which is generally not an easy thing to do. Count me in."

"Yay!"

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"And so, here we are! With the most stores in the prefecture, the newest and coolest, most advanced-- Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall!" Mina exclaimed, the surrounding students as well as the brunette looked around at the endless amount of shopping stores in awe.

"They don't just try to cover the various body types due to Quirks by numbers, but they actually have designs that fit a wide range of ages, from teens to seniors, so..."

Midoriya mumbled to himself, his eyes darting from store to store observing that a handful of his classmates had already started dispersed from the group they had arrived in.

"You're scaring the children. Stop that." Tokoyami scolded the green- haired teen, however the teen seemed to not have heard his classmate, continuing his self-mumbling.

"Oh, aren't those U.A, students?!" A blonde buzzcut civilian asked, pointing over to the group of students.

"First years?!"

"I saw them on TV!"

"Sports festival, yay!"

Uraraka smiled brightly at the cheering group of encouraging civilians. "Oh, there are still people who remember that..."

Standing next to Y/N who was stuck in an awestruck daydream, mentally noting all the high beams and railings she could potentially try to commit suicide on; Jiro turned to Momo with a smile.

"Anyway, I need to buy a big carry-on bag."

"Oh my, then why don't we go around together?" The black-haired girl responded kindly, smiling back at her friend.

Mineta looked from one side of the shopping mall to the other side, in his own little world. "Where can I get lock-picking tools and small drills?"

Not far from Mineta, Denki conversed his shopping plans with Hagakure. "I don't have any outdoorsy shoes, so I want to go buy some."

"Oh, me too, me too!"

Iida picked up his pace and appeared next to the two teens, having his left arm outstretched ready to enunciate whatever he was about to inform his fellow classmen. "The guide said to bring shoes that are already broken in--"

The teen cut himself off midsentence, placing his chin in between his thumb and index finger in thought, causing Uraraka, Midoriya to deadpan at their friend and even broke Y/N out of her suicide dreamy daze to deadpan at the overly serious teen's change of heart as well.

"Oh, but I see, perhaps we should chose based on utility?"

"Everyone has different thing they want to do, so why don't we decide on a time to meet back up?" Y/N said as the group of students turned their attention to the older woman.

"I agree!" Mina replied, flashing a delighted closed eyed smile.

"Then let's meet back here at 3 o'clock!" Kirishima announced, which was met back with a simultaneous response. "Okay!"

Within a split seond, the big group of students instantly vanished, leaving only Uraraka, Midoriya, and Y/N that still remained, "Everyone's really fast."

"Yeah." Agreed the brown-haired teen, her eyes still looking out to where everyone had disappeared to then slightly titling her head towards their assistant teacher.

"Dazai-sensei, weren't you going to also do some shopping?"

"Sure am! Only..." Y/N trailed off looking off in the crowd before glancing back at her two remaining students, a light blush coating her cheeks.

"After I go to the bathroom. Now excuse me!" The brunette-haired woman scurried away from the teens swiftly, making a beeline for the woman's bathroom up until she was out of eyesight of the students.

Glimpsing over her shoulder to ensure that Uraraka and Midoriya were too far away to see her, she changed course at the last second. Instead of heading to the bathroom like the two teens assumed Y/N had dashed off to, she blended into the large mass of civilians and turned down the corner of the furthest shopping center.

A deep, dark hallway greeted her as did silence. She stuffed her hands into her trench coat pockets and sighed.

"Come on out, I saw you walking this way." She spoke out into the darkness of the shadows, but received no immediate answer.

"I know you heard me. Let's not play this game of cat and mouse." Y/N chuckled eerily, keeping her eyes locked ahead of her. "You'll lose."

She narrowed her eyes pointedly, after several passing seconds, a husky chuckle rung in Y/N's ears as the figure walked slowly out of the shadows.

The first facial feature that caught
Y/N's sharp eyes was the charred, purple rough looking skin covering most of what she could see from beneath his clothing, stapled together with healthy skin.

The second most noticeable feature for Y/N was the male's electric blue eyes that glowed vibrantly even in the dimly lit hallway leading towards a back door exit.

"My, my, I can't determine whether it's mighty brave of you to confront me all by yourself or absolutely stupid of you." The dark-haired male taunted, his eyes raking over her figure as a smirk tugged at his staples near his lips.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows, bravery and stupidity go hand and hand in humanity's greatest mysteries, doesn't it? However, that's not the current issue. Your presence here at a heavily crowded shopping center filled with innocent citizens that also so happens to contain people I hold dear to me is the issue, one that I have no problem dealing with on my own."

The male's smirk grew even wider, "Oh yeah? Pity how I don't care about other people's lives, much less as to whoever it is that you hold dear. All in the same they are nothing more than mindless lambs to the slaughter."

His eyes swept over the brunette again, as yet another chuckle erupted deep within his chest.

The dark-haired male lifted his hand up slightly, allowing small swirls of bright blue flames dance across his open palm, "Deal with me on your own you say? How pathetic, you're not even worth wasting my time burning you into a pile of hot ash. Consider yourself lucky just for today, I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face."

Y/N blinked twice at the blue flames flickering in the male's open palm, she truly tried to hold her own snickers but in the end, she threw her head back releasing a hearty laughter, thoroughly puzzling the fire quirk user.

"How cute. What are you going to do with that? Give me a light show? Who's the pathetic one now?" Y/N boldly mocked the dark-haired male, a devious smirk glued on her face knowing all too well she just poked the bear in a sense.

The male's eyes narrowed angrily as he lunged at the brunette, pinning her up against a nearby wall. His hand reaching up to dangerously high temperatures as he wrapped the heated hand around her throat.

He glared straight into her eyes, their faces inches apart. "You bitch. I'd love to hear you try to talk down to me like that again once your vocal cords are melted off." He growled pressing down harder on her throat expecting the woman to scream out in gut wrenching pain as he burned his handprint into her skin... but nothing ever happened.

His hand wasn't even hot anymore.

He couldn't feel his quirk under his fingertips.

His bright blue eyes widened as he jolted back away a few feet from the mysterious brunette. As soon as he had some distance, he looked down at both his hands, the heat instantly returning as it flowed throughout his body.

His hands then lit up in a blue fiery blaze before he diminished them, not wanting to draw even more attention to himself. He knew he intended to burn her; he felt his body heating up with murderous actions.

Yet the brown-haired woman remains unscathed, smirking at him like he was an idiot.

His quirk doesn't work on her? Was it just his quirk or all quirks? He wondered. If all quirks then... she's similar to Eraser Head.

Shigaraki would most definitely want to hear about her...

"Your quirk... nullifies." He states out loud, more for him than her, which only caused her to pull her hands from out of her pockets and clapped slowly in a mocking manner.

"Look who's connecting the dots. Such a good boy! ~ Although you're wrong about one thing, it's not a quirk. It's my ability called No Longer Human, with the smallest amount physical contact, I can nullify any and all quirks."

"So what? You're another Eraser Head? Big deal." The dark-haired male grumbled trying to wrack his brain what the hell an ability is.

"In a way I suppose. Unlike his quirk, my ability is always active, hence why your quirk won't work on me, none of them will. Not even Erasure itself."

The male took mental notes, this woman was interesting indeed. Shigaraki would be thrilled to hear more about her.

He knew that the blue-haired villain planned to ambush one of the U.A. students into having a small chat, one that was probably almost up. He had to get rid of the brunette quick.

Taking a shot in the dark, he decided to see if she would take the bait, "You mentioned that there's people in this shopping center that you hold dear to you. Would you by chance be talking about a couple of U.A. brats?"

Y/N's body language didn't reveal a thing to the dark-haired male, internal however he struck a nerve and warning bells were going off in the brunette's head.

She answered his unsettling question with a question of her own, hoping he would tip her off about what he was getting at. "Why bring up the students of U.A. into our conversation?"

"Well, because if the people who you hold dear are in fact students of that hero school that would mean you're a teacher of some sort. Teachers usually look out for their students' safety and more often than not, prioritize their students' lives over their own. So, I wonder... how would you react if I said that Tomura Shigaraki, as known as the leader of the League of Villains has one of those students in his clutches right...now..."

Y/N's eyes searched the male's striking blue eyes for any signs of deception but found none causing her eyes to widened in concern for the students while the male grinned.

Bingo.

"Shit!"

Y/N swiftly turned on her heel in order to search for and gather the students, before she was fully out of earshot, she heard the taunting chuckle from the dark-haired male echoing loudly.

Chapter Text

Time slowly creeped by since the incident at the Kiyashi Ward shopping mall where not only did Y/N encounter the dark-haired male wielding blue flames.

In her absence one of her students, Midoriya, also encountered the likes of the dangerous villain Tomura Shigaraki.

Luckily, he wasn't harmed bodily other than being incredibly shaken up. By the time Y/N had fled from the dark-haired male and managed to secure most of the students, Shigaraki was already long gone.

Y/N couldn't make sense of why the villain notorious for the attack on U.S.J. was casually walking out in broad daylight, blending in with the numerous crowds of people.

Even with what the villain was wearing from what Midoriya had informed her as well as the police, was a black hoodie and dark colored pants, that still way too much of a risky move.

What was the point? Did Shigaraki just so happen to be passing by?

And by some mere coincidence, he spotted the U.A students? Or did someone leak intel to the villains?

Meaning that the two villains that were lurking around the shopping center was a setup for something more underhanded in the future?

Ever since the run-in with the two villains, they were nowhere to be seen, almost like they had vanished into thin air. Aizawa as well as Y/N, patrolled every night the area where the villains where last seen, hoping for just a silver of a chance to figure out where they had disappeared to; but of course, night after night; the pro hero and the brunette would end up emptyhanded with no new leads in sight.

With both class 1-A and class 1-B heading off to the training camp, the two teachers were forced to put the whole shopping mall incident on the back burner for the time being.

The brunette gazed out the window of the speeding bus in her seat next to Aizawa, her elbow propped up against the glass while using her hand to rest her cheek on as her mind wandered.

"Everyone, the bus will stop once in about an hour. After that-" Aizawa turned his head slightly in his seat near the front of the bus to look back at his students, but stopped midsentence once he noticed that not one of the Class 1-A students were listening to what he had to say, they were talking over each other as is, having their own conversations with each other.

The black-haired teacher deadpanned at the noisy chaos, taking a deep breath he turned back into his seat, "Oh, well. This is the only time they'll be able to play around." He said to himself.

After a brief moment of not hearing anything in response from the woman sitting beside him; the older male raised a bushy eyebrow over at the normally talkative brunette who just so happened to be his assistant teacher as well as his partner while he was on patrol duty.

Working night after night as well as during the day at U.A. High with each other the black-haired male spent a huge amount of time with the brunette, he was slowly but surely getting accustomed to how Y/N's personality was.

Which was to be expected when you are around someone from sun up to sun down, what took the pro hero by surprise is how strangely quiet the brunette-haired woman was being this particular morning.

'This is incredibly bothersome. I can't stop thinking about how two villains can just slip between the cracks like it was nothing. They are obviously laying low for now anyone with eyes and common sense can realize that which should be a good thing...but I have this nagging feeling I can't shake, like a pesky voice in the back of my head warning me that things are going to take a turn for the worse. The training camp location is top secret, so secret in fact that I wasn't even informed about it. I suppose that makes sense given I'm simply an assistant and relatively new to the faculty. There should be no possible way of an enemy attack if the location is that much under lock and key. With that being said, however, it does very little to subdue this feeling I'm having. Tsk, how utterly annoying.'

The brunette unconsciously sunk her teeth down hard on the soft flesh of her bottom lip as her thoughts spiraled, breaking through the skin.

The taste of the metallic liquid pooled at the small tear as it dribbled down the edge of her bottom lip, Y/N remained impassive as her glazed over eyes were locked on the scenery outside of the moving bus.

Aizawa took the liberty of gently nudging the woman using his elbow to her abdomen to break her out of whatever trance she had put herself in.

"You're bleeding." Aizawa said pointing to his own bottom lip indicating to the woman where she had injured herself at.

"Oh." Y/N swiped her thumb against the small blood trail, dark brown eyes glanced down at the blood as she lifted her thumb up near her mouth, "It seems so."

Opening her mouth slightly, her tongue slipped from behind her teeth licking up at the small blood pool smeared on her thumb.

She then proceeded to lick her bottom lip to clean up any of the metallic liquid that might have remained there, feeling a light sting when her tongue grazed the small tear where she had bitten herself at, "Guess I was so enthralled with my own thoughts that I didn't even notice. Thanks, partner~"

Aizawa watched the whole ordeal unfold with a straight face, "Are you all right? You've been acting off ever since the day at the shopping mall."

Y/N leaned off the window's edge, propping herself upright next to the black-haired male with a closed eye smile directed at the pro hero, "Do my ears deceive me? Sounds like you're concerned about my wellbeing and state of mind."

Aizawa scoffed, folding his arms over his chest as he rolled his eyes at the woman who chuckled at his reaction.

"I just want to be reassured that the woman who I have no choice but deal with on a daily basis doesn't let her mind eat away at her over something that will be handled by All Might and the police in our absence. I need your complete undivided attention on the training camp now, they will take care of the rest. So, get your head out of the clouds before it affects the morale of the students, they like you so if they notice that you're not in the right of mind they will come bother me about it."

Y/N stared speechless at the older male before turning her head and looked at Aizawa from the corner of her eyes as she smiled at him.

"Say whatever you want, but that just sounded like the long version of you saying that you are concerned about me. ~" She teased, resulting in a tick mark forming on the male's cheek as he clenched his right hand into a balled-up fist and sighed loudly.

"If that helps you sleep at night, then sure."

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It wasn't long until the bus pulls over to stop at a heavy secluded woodsy area deep within the mountains, all the students storming off the bus once they reached the destination, to stretch out their muscles, Y/N and Aizawa exiting the bus last; glancing over the students standing around taking in their surroundings.

"Finally taking a break, huh?"

"I gotta pee!" Mineta cried out, running as fast as his little legs could carry him randomly, weaving in between his classmates clustered together.

"Does this even count as a rest area?"

"Huh? Where's Class B?"

"B-B-B-Bathroom!"

"There's no point stopping without a reason." Aizawa spoke flatly, catching the attention of his students. Mineta rapidly dashed over to where the two teachers stood, glancing down at him seeing the boy crossing his legs together. "Where's the bathroom?"

At that moment, the two front doors of a black vehicle that had been parked nearby when the bus pulled up to its stop, suddenly opened. "Hey, Eraser!"

Aizawa reached over next to the brunette standing next to him and forced her head down while she tried to struggle as he too, bowed his head towards the voice in the car who called out to him. "Long time no see."

"Lock on with these sparkling gazes! Stingingly cute and catlike! Wild, Wild... Pussycats!" The two women pro heroes known as Mandalay and her partner Pixie-Bob recited together as they struck multiple poses.

Off to the side of the two women, stood a young black, spiky, haired boy. Y/N assumed the boy to be no older than the age of five.

Tilting her head to the side, the brunette wondered what the relation the young child has with the women.

'Is he the son of one of them? If so, I don't see the resemblance.'

The students of Class A had their full attention on the women, though their enthusiastic reactions for the pro hero team was rather lacking.

"These are pro heroes who will be working with us during the camp, the Pussycats."

"They're a four-person hero team who set up a joint agency!" Midoriya exclaimed excitedly as a blush painted his cheeks, "They're a veteran team that specializes in mountain rescues! This year will be their twelfth workin—"

The green-haired boy's excited rant came to a screeching halt when Pixie-Bob shoved her white cat glove straight into his face.

"I'm 18 at heart!" She shrieked, the retractable claws coming out in display as she continued to grip the boy's face, causing the teen to sweat drop profusely.

"At heart...?" She questioned the boy with a menacing grin on her face; daring the teen to say anything except what she wanted to hear.

"Y-You're 18!"

Behind the blonde female pro hero, Denki and Kirishima looked at the woman in disbelief as they shared one thought. 'She sounds desperate.'

"Say hello, everyone."

"Nice to meet you!" The students simultaneously replied.

"We own this whole stretch of land here. You will all be staying at the foot of that mountain." Mandalay said as she motioned and pointed out to the vass forested area, a good distance away from where they current were.

"So far!"

"Huh? Then why did we stop here?" Uraraka wondered, looked behind her to her friend Tsuyu who brought her index finger up to her bottom lip.

"Could this mean...?"

"No way..." Sato replied, shaking his head as he smiled nervously. Behind him Sero chuckled awkwardly, the realization of the situation becoming more obviously clear.

He slowly maneuvered his body, ready to make a run for it back to the safety of the bus.

"Why don't we get back to the bus, huh? Fast."

"Yeah. Let's do that." Agreed Denki, patting Koda's shoulder, an anxious closed eye smile plastered on his face.

Mandalay's cat tail swished behind her with anticipation as she smirked. "It's 9:30 a.m. right now. If you're fast... Maybe around noon?"

Kirishima's eyes shrunk down in size, the reality of the pro hero's words striking him as well as his friends, deep. Taking a small step backwards, the teen gulped.  "No way... guys..."

"Let's get back!"

"Get back to the bus! Hurry!"  Kirishima screamed, resulting in all the students turning around from the catlike pro hero, sprinting in the direction of the bus as fast as they could to avoid the inevitable. "Kitties who don't make it by 12:30 won't get any lunch!"

The students continued their hast back towards the bus, bolting past their two homeroom teachers in a hurry. "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. Training camp..."

Y/N smirked, watching the students pitifully trying to run away. Nonetheless, before they could reach the doors to the bus, Pixie-Bob jumped in front of the fleeing group of students, chuckling as she lifted her head and grinned at them. "...Has already begun."

The blonde swiftly activates her quirk which conjures an earth avalanche sweeping up all the students within the manipulated dirt that spills them over the edge of the mountainside and into the forest down below.

"Hey! Since it's private land, you can use your Quirks as you wish! You have three hours! Get to the facility on your own two feet! After getting through... The Beast's Forest!"

Mandalay yelled out as she leaned over the railing up on the mountain the students were just thrown down from.

Once the students were properly informed, the pro hero turned on her heel making her way over to the black-haired male, her eyes immediately landing on the unfamiliar brunette.

"Are you a new underground pro hero? I've never seen your face before."

Y/N shook her head at the woman, "Nope, not a pro hero. Just an assistant teacher. I've been assigned as a partner to Mr. Grouch here." The brunette replied shooting a wink over at the gloomy black-haired teacher who grimaced at her.

"I'd like to refer you as a giant pain in my ass."

"My, my, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. ~" Y/N teased, lifting her bandaged hand up to poke repeatedly at Aizawa's cheek.

The older male immediately out of instinct slapped her hand away from his face. "How many times must I tell you not to touch me?"

Aizawa looked over to Mandalay who was trying her best to stifle her laughter. "See what I mean? Giant pain in my ass."

Y/N huffed, sticking her tongue at the black-haired male. "Bleh."

"You two certainly are an interesting pair. I'm sorry, I never properly introduced myself. I'm Mandalay, and that is one of my partners Pixie-Bob over there." She motioned over to the blonde who was snickering to herself licking her lips as she looked out over the mountainside.

"No need to introduce yourselves, I've already memorized every pro hero's name that I deemed necessary. I'm Y/N Dazai."

'D-Deemed necessary? Is that some sort of compliment?' Mandalay thought while deadpanning at the brunette but quickly shook it off.

"Do you have a quirk, Dazai?"

Y/N hummed, placing a hand on her hip. "What I have is called an ability rather than a quirk although it works all the same. The name of it is No Longer Human. It's always active and gives me the power to nullify every and all quirks."

Mandalay widen her eyes, clearly impressed hearing what the woman standing standing in front of her can do, "Wow. Every and all quirks, that must include Eraser Head's. You two are definitely made for each other in that case."

"Don't say it like that. You're making it sound like I'm dating this lunatic." Aizawa remarked bluntly, Y/N dramatically gasped, placing both her hands over her heart, feigning hurt.

"What's so wrong about dating me? I am a delight!"

"A delight to everyone who is lucky enough to not know you."

Mandalay bust out in a fit of laughter, her arm wrapping around her torso to help contain her giggles. "Like I said, what an interesting duo. With introductions aside, let's discuss more about what activities the students are in for. It's a really crazy schedule, though, Eraser."

"Well, we're planning to have them acquire early what they normally would get at the beginning of their second year, so it's going to be crazy no matter what. Permits to use their Quirks in the time of an emergency... A provisional license allowing them to work as heroes. With villains being so active right now, they also need to learn how to defend themselves."

A cloud of smoke from the forest area rose up into the sky, catching the attention of the individuals who remained up on the mountain observing the students below.

"Well then, I continue to count on you, Pixie-Bob." Aizawa commented to the blonde who squealed in response raising both her fist above her head, her cat tail swishing back and forth excitedly.

"Leave it to me! My fur's standing on end!"

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It was 5:30 p.m. by the time all the students of Class A had finally appeared from out of the forest, covered in sweat and dirt. All very plainly exhausted from the long, grueling training session.

"Oh, you're finally here, meow!" Pixie-Bob greeted the students happily.

"That took quite some time." Y/N said, watching as the students slowly stumble out from the forest one by one slowly making their way into the clearing where she, Mandalay and Aizawa stood waiting for them.

"What do you mean, three hours?!"

"That's the time it would've taken us. Sorry!" The blonde pro hero replied cheekily.

"You we're trying to boast about how much better you are? That's mean..." Sato remarked breathlessly, collapsing onto the ground.

Kirishima placed a hand over his empty stomach, throwing his head back in anguish. "I'm hungry... I'm gonna die..."

"But honestly, I thought it would take even longer. You guys didn't have as hard a time beating my earth beasts as I thought you would. You guys are great... Especially...you four!" Pixie-Bob beamed, pointing her white cat gloved finger over towards Iida, Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo.

"Were you able to act without hesitation because of your experience?" She licked her lips slowly, before launching herself at the group of boys.

"I'm looking forward to where you'll be in three years! I call dibs!"

The remaining students gawked at the female pro hero fawning over the teens, no of them not knowing how to react.

"Mandalay... was she always like that?" Aizawa asked, almost skeptical pointing over to the blonde woman.

"She's a little desperate, since she's about the suitable age for, you know..."

Midoriya gasped, "Speaking of "suitable age"—"

Once again, Pixie-Bob shoved her glove into the green-haired teen's face, cutting him off from finishing his sentence. "What about it?"

"I-It's been bothering me for a while... Whose child is that?" Midoriya's voice asked, although muffled by Pixie-Bob's glove, it was still understandable.

'Seems like I'm not the only one who was wondering the same thing.' Y/N thought, taking a quick glance over to the young boy.

"Oh, not one of ours. He's my cousin's kid. Come on, Kota. Greet everyone. You'll be with them for the next week." Mandalay encouraged the black-haired child, who merely glared angrily at the students of U.A.

Midoriya walked away from Pixie-Bob and towards the boy, extending his hand out for the child to shake, "Oh, um, I'm Midoriya from U.A. High School's hero course. Nice to meet you."

What the teen wasn't expecting at all was the child to punch his hard straight in the crotch then walk away like nothing happened.

Iida quickly sped over to his friend, placing his hand on the teen's shoulders to stabilize him when he started to fall forward.

"Midoriya! You brute of a nephew! Why would you do that to Midoriya's scrotum?!" Iida hollered at the young child in defense of his friend.

Kota looked back at the blue haired teen, teeth bared and eyes glaring. "I don't intend to hang out with guys who want to become heroes!"

""Intend"? Just how old are you?!"

Watching from the side, Bakugo smirked softly at the kid's attitude, "Precious brat."

"Isn't he kind of like you?" Todoroki glanced questioningly at the hot- headed blonde.

"What? Not at all!" Bakugo shot back, turning around he stomped over to Todoroki who didn't look the least bit intimidated, "Anyway, shut up, you GG bastard!"

"Sorry."

"Enough with this charade. Get your stuff off the bus. Once you've put your bags in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that, you'll bathe and go to sleep. We'll start for real tomorrow. Now, move quickly."

Aizawa directed, jerking his thumb towards the bus. The students groaned but complied with his orders, more than ready to eat some well-earned food followed with a relaxing bath and finally a good night's rest.

They were most definitely going to need it.

Chapter Text

Training Camp

Day 2

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! Today, we will begin training camp to increase your strength in earnest. The goal of this training camp is to increase everyone's strength and with that, for everyone to obtain their provisional licenses. It is to prepare you all to face hostilities that are becoming more real by the minute. Proceed carefully." 

A guttural of sleepy noises escaped the brunette's mouth as she stretched her tired body out while peeping through her half-lidded eyes still riddled with drowsiness as she accompanied her black-haired partner who addressed the students of Class A.

A handful of them resembling the identical sleepy appearance of the brown-haired woman.

'Aizawa is more sinister that I originally thought, no reasonably sane person would be sounding so emphatically this early in the morning.'

"So Bakugo," Aizawa called out tossing a ball towards the blonde-haired boy who caught it in his open palm, "try throwing that."

"This is from the fitness test..." He muttered glancing down at the familiar object his teacher had tossed him.

"Your previous record, from right after you started school, was 705.2 meters. Let's see how much you've improved."

The teacher instructed as the blonde teenage strolled past him to start rolling his shoulder in the clearing where he stood.

"Oh, we're checking our progress?" Mina exclaimed in interest watching Bakugo preparing himself to launch the ball.

"Since a lot has happened these past three months, huh? Maybe he can throw it a kilometer or something now!" Sero added.

"Do it, Bakugo!"

Bakugo smirked lowering his head, "Then...Here I go..." The teen sidestepped lifting his left foot slightly off the ground positioning all his body weight onto his right leg, the ball clutched in his right hand for the pitch.

"Go to hell!"

The harsh winds generated blew Y/N's slightly unkempt hair out from in front of her face, the sheer power from Bakugo's explosions propelled the ball long and far into the sky. The brunette quirked an eyebrow up at the blonde teen. 'Go to hell?'

"709.6 meters." Aizawa states showing the distance the ball traveled to the students who were all expecting the ball to have gone further than it actually did.

"Huh? It's less than I thought..."

Bakugo grits his teeth in frustration while glaring at the device in his teacher's hand.

"It's been about three months since you started high school. Through various experiences, you all have definitely improved. But that improvement has mainly been at the mental and technical levels, with some increase in stamina. As you can see, your Quirks themselves have not improved that much. That's why we will work on improving your Quirks starting today."

Y/N flashed a bright smile with sparkles in her eyes. "It'll be so hard you'll feel like dying. Find me if that's the case so we can die together! I'll be honored to die with any of you- Mmph!"

Aizawa's capture weapon had wrapped tightly around the brunette's body as well as the lower part of her face, effectively shutting down her attempt to babble about her suicidal desires and tendencies as the black- haired male smacked at the back of the brunette's skull.

He grinned wildly with wide frantic eyes while the students simply sweat dropped still not all too familiar with Y/N's suicide obsession.

"But try not to actually die... Class B will be joining us shortly; they too will have their own training hell. You'll be directed by the Wild, Wild Pussycats to your designated training regimen where you will be pushed well past your limitations in order to reach your goals to become pro heroes. I expect you all to train hard until you are literally at your breaking point, that's all for now. Mandalay and Pixie-Bob will discuss the rest..."

As if on cue, the two mentioned women appeared from behind the black-haired teacher all bright eyed and wide smiles as they started to direct the students individually. Aizawa placed a firm hand on his partner's shoulder as he began to lead her to a secluded area away from the students.

"While they're out of our hands for a little bit, you are going to spar with me. Since your ability cancels out my quirk, I figured it would be a good opportunity for us to get in some hand-to-hand combat." Aizawa explained as his capture weapon unwound from the brunette's body; taking several steps back and looking her in the eye.

She inwardly scowled. Thanks to all the years she had spent with Chuuya Nakahara, she had picked up some combat fighting skills, however that didn't entirely mean that she was a martial arts expert like her former partner was.

If she had to guess, she was pretty decent at hand-to-hand. She never bothered to sharpen her combat skills due to her thinking she would never have to use them, her ability and quick wit was more than enough to make her extremely formidable.

'I suppose it couldn't hurt. Better late than never.' Y/N thought while shrugging her shoulders before squatting down on her knees as she began to stretch her muscles.

"Before we start, there's a question that has been weighing on my mind lately I just have to know the answer to." Aizawa interjected jamming his hands into his pants pockets all the while keeping his gaze on the brunette.

"Lay it on me."

"Y/N..." Aizawa paused, taking a moment to get his thoughts together on how he should word what he planned to ask before sighing heavily.

"Why do you wish to die?"

The brunette halted mid-stretch; her bangs casted a dark shadow over her eyes.

She almost wanted to laugh hearing the exact same question asked to her many years before by her former boss.

After all these years many things in her life have changed, her answer never did, however.

"Let's turn that question around." She replied lifting her head locking her eyes back onto the black-haired male.

"Is there really any value in this thing we call living?"

Aizawa stared back at the brunette, the light in her eyes seemed to have died out leaving dark, empty orbs in the wake. Her usual playful tone along with her happy smile was also fleeting. The older male appeared to be taken back, her words playing like a broken record in his mind.

Finishing her warm up stretches, the somber expression playing off her facial features as quickly as it came.

Being replaced with the life in her eyes as well as playfulness in her tone and body language he had grown accustomed to.

"Well, enough with that. I'm all warmed up, are you ready to get your ass handed to you?" Y/N teased as she ran her tongue over her teeth then smirking at the older male while bending her finger multiple times, beckoning her partner closer to start to fight.

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"Kota, it's time for dinner!" Mandalay called out to the young black-haired boy staring down at the U.A. students talking amongst each other while they sat down at the tables set up to enjoy their attempt at homemade curry for dinner.

Y/N and Midoriya watched the boy stomp off into the forest ignoring the call of his name once more. "Kota!"

"Say Midoriya-kun, let's take some curry to him. A growing boy has got to eat." Y/N smiled softly as she turned her head to look at the green-haired teen who returned a smile back to the brunette nodding with agreement.

The two soon followed after the young boy with food in hand. It doesn't take them long for them to find him glaring at nothing up in the night sky as his stomach growled hungrily and loudly.

"You're hungry, aren't you? You can eat this curry."

Kota jerked his head towards the sound of Midoriya's voice. Jolting back up to his feet the young boy clenched his hands into fists as he glared hatefully at the teacher and student duo. "You...! How'd you find this place?"

"Oh, we followed your footsteps." Y/N states nonchalantly informing the black-haired boy whose glare only intensified making the brunette snicker to herself.

"I thought maybe you'd want something to eat..." Midoriya trailed as he and Y/N came to a stop in front of Kota, gripping the bowl of curry for him.

"I'm fine. I don't need any. I told you, didn't I? I don't intend to hang out with you. Get out of my secret hideout!"

Midoriya looked around his surroundings in awe. "A secret hideout, huh?"

Kota huffed in a mocking manner, "Getting all into trying to improve your Quirk. It's gross. You want to show off your power that badly?"

The green-haired teen directed his gaze to the side in thought. "Your parents..."

Blinking his eyes, Midoriya turned his eyes back onto the boy, "Could they be Water Hose? With the water Quirks?"

Kota's breath hitched and his eyes grew wide with disbelief, "Did Mandalay tell you?!"

"Oh, no, umm, uh..."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she mentally facepalmed herself. 'Dear Lord, Midoriya is a terrible liar. He never would have survived in an organization like the Port Mafia.'

"Sorry! Yeah, I kind of ended up hearing about it, and based on the information I got, I thought maybe...It was an unfortunate incident. I remember it."

Kota's tense shoulder's drop before he looked away to ground gritting his teeth; the cap he wore covering over his eyes, "Shut up. Everyone's crazy. Calling each other stupid names like "hero" and "villain" and killing each other... Talking about the Quirks and stuff... It's because they're all showing off that it ended up like that... Stupid..."

'I don't know the entirety of the story. But it doesn't take a lot to understand that his parents were killed by villains.' Y/N thought as she studied the aura surrounding the young boy.

"What is it? If there's nothing else, then go away!" Kota screamed in anger, hoping to deter the duo of student and teacher.

"Well, um... my, uh...friend...My friend...couldn't inherit any Quirks from his parents..."

"Huh?"

"It's a hereditary thing, and apparently it's rare but does happen... But he admired heroes and wanted to become one, but you can't be one these days without a Quirk. My friend couldn't accept that for a long time and practiced... Trying to draw objects to him and breathe fire... But it was no good. There are a lot of different ways to think about Quirks, so I don't know if this'll apply to everyone, but if you reject it that much, then it'll just make it more painful for you."

Y/N raised a questioning eyebrow listening to the story her student was telling. 'His friend? He might be able to fool the kid with that misinformation but he's making it painstakingly obvious that this story refers to his personal life and experiences. If that's true.... how does he have a Quirk now?'

Kota narrowed his eyes pointedly at the green-haired teen.

"Um, so..."

"Just shut up! Get out of here!"

"Sorry. I'm just rambling... I'll leave the curry here." Midoriya sorrowfully apologized, seating down the bowl of curry down on the ground the teen quietly walked away from the young boy rightfully giving him some space.

Y/N gently ruffled at the teen's luscious green locks. "Everyone grieves in their own way and it requires a lot of time. I'm sure your words gave him at least some piece of mind, Midoriya-kun."

Midoriya smiled back but the brunette knew that smile was fake. "I hope so Dazai-sensei."

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Deep within the forest the blonde- haired teen with yellow eyes groaned in protest as the mask covering over her mouth wriggled around on her face. "I mean, I don't like this. It's not cute."

"It was orchestrated by the designer behind the scenes, right? Appearances don't matter as long as it makes sense." Replied the male wearing a large green gas mask with red glass lenses, covering his entire face while a green helmet concealed his head.

"I'm not talking about that. I just don't want to wear this." The blonde denied as she stiffly flapped her arms up and down in protest.

"Hi! Sorry for the wait." A muscular redheaded woman wearing sunglasses commented as she walked closer towards the two carrying a giant magnet.

"Work...work..." A man dressed completely in a black straightjacket, leaving only his mouth uncovered. Metal clamps connected to restraints that cover his head and keep his mouth open, mutters.

A mutant lizard smirked devilishly while smoothing back the bandana covering its eyes.

"That makes seven."

The male wearing a black hooded cloak while a white hockey mask with multiple holes concealing his face said as he crackled his knuckles. "I don't care, just let me at 'em. I'm getting too pumped up."

The familiar black-haired male with the striking blue eyes looked over his shoulder from the corner of his eye.

"Shut up, you crazy bastards." He directed his attention back over the cliff not too far away from the training camp ground location, looking down at the unexpecting heroes and fast asleep students.

"Not yet... We'll move when all ten of us are here. Gathering a bunch of punks, who are just strong will only increase the risk. It's better to have a small group of experienced elites. First, we make them realize... that their peace is resting in our hands."

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The following day resulted in another hard training regimen for the U.A students.

"Hey, extra lessons group, don't stop." Aizawa remarked as his capture weapon wrapped around Kirishima's forehead, yanking the spiky red-haired boy's head back.

"Got it!"

"Sorry, I'm kind of sleepy..."

"I didn't think yesterday's extra lessons... would go until 2 a.m..."

"And we started at 7 a.m..."

"I told you it'd be tough. You're not just trying to improve your Quirks. Above all, you need to work on the weaknesses that were exposed during the final exams! Think carefully about why you're more tired than your classmates before you move." Aizawa said giving his capture weapon still wrapped around Kirishima's forehead one last yank before allowing it to slip away, releasing the teen.

"Y-Yes, sir..."

"Uraraka! Aoyama! You two should, too. You didn't fail, but you were close. If 30 points was passing, you were at about 35." Aizawa commented towards the two students in question, Aoyama slowly walking out of the bathroom he was in while clutching his stomach while Uraraka looked pale in the face as she continued to maintain a decent size of floating rock.

"Ah, we barely made it..."

"How unexpected."

"Don't lose focus. All of you, move faster! No matter what you're doing, you should always be aware of where you came from. That's what it means to improve. Always keep in mind why you're sweating, and why you keep getting nagged."

Y/N glanced from one student to another. They all looked like they could collapse on the spot and sleep for days. The brunette smiled warmly.

'They probably feel like they are at death's door but the progress they make at this training camp will definitely make all their hard work worthwhile.'

"That reminds me, Mr. Aizawa and Dazai-sensei, it's already the third day..." Midoriya said as he walked over to where the two teachers stood up on a ledge Pixie-Bob created with her Quirk.

"What did I just say? Don't just walk over here like that." The black-haired male leaped down from the ledge with his hands in his pockets.

"Is All Might... I mean, are the other teachers coming?"

"Like I said before the training camp, in order to keep the villains from finding out where we were, we keep the number of people to the absolute minimum. Not even Y/N was aware where the training camp was taking place." Aizawa explained while turning his head slightly and closed his eyes.

"That's why you got a training camp with the four of us!" Ragdoll cheered with her tail swishing happily behind her.

"And especially since we believe All Might is one of the villains' targets, we can't have him here. For better or worse, that's what happens, since he stands out so much... Hmph." Aizawa added, making the green-haired teen sweat drop watching the black-haired teacher walk away from him.

"More importantly, everyone tonight... we'll have a test of courage with the classes pitted against each other! After training hard, you can play hard! The carrot and the stick!" Pixie-Bob beamed excitedly while not far from the blonde pro hero, Kendo and Jiro looking far less excited for the night's plans than the woman.

"Oh, I forgot."

"I hate scary things..."

Hiryu Rin and Neito Monoma, both from class 1-B, also had their own thoughts about the news they just heard.

"They're letting us do the typical training camp stuff, too, huh?"

Monoma grinned slyly while looking off to the side chuckling. "I like the part where we're 'pitted against each other'..."

"So, do your best right now!"

"Yessir!"

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Nightfall finally came down, signaling the end of another tiresome and grueling training day. With dinner prepared and eaten, that left one last thing scheduled for the night.

"Now, we've filled our bellies and washed the dishes! Next..."

"...it's time for the test of courage!" Mina exclaimed happily while jumping up and down in excitement, the extra lesson group also sharing her level of excitement.

"We're gonna test it!"

"Before that, it pains me to say this, but the extra lessons group will be having class with me and Y/N now." Aizawa announced, crushing the hopes of the said students that were wanting to join in on the fun.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Mina cried hysterically.

Aizawa's capture weapon snuggly wrapped around the bodies of students who had to stay behind.

"Sorry. Your training during the day wasn't good enough, so we have to use this time." He yanked on his weapon causing the students who were straining within the fabric to be thrown off balance and land on the ground.

"Give me a break!"

"Let us be tested!"

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The two teachers trailed by the group of students still wrapped up in Aizawa's capture weapon slowly made their way back inside for another lesson of exhausting class.

"Aw, we wanted our courage tested, too..." Mina whined sadly.

"Didn't she say there was a carrot and a stick? Where's the carrot?"

"I'd even take salty licorice... give us a treat, Mr. Aizawa... Dazai-sensei..."

The black-haired teacher glanced over his shoulder to look at the complaining group of dejected students. "Salty licorice is delicious."

Once inside the building, Aizawa informed the now released students from his capture weapon what he had planned for them to learn while the rest of their classmates were participating in the test of courage.

"For tonight's lesson, Y/N and I will drill into you how to behave during an emergency. If you don't become more self-aware that you're falling behind the others, then the difference between you will grow larger."

"In a board sense, this is also a kind of "treat", Denki. You're welcome." Y/N cooed, smiling playfully at the yellow-haired boy.

"Like a mint-flavored one."

The students' heads hung low with dropped shoulders as they followed behind the teachers. "But mint tastes good..."

Y/N slid open the door to enter the classroom where the lesson was taking place, which revealed an overly cocky Monoma sitting in the classroom as he looked tauntingly at the group of Class A students.

"Oh, that's weird! Even though Class A is supposed to be better, there were five people who failed? Even though there was only one person from Class B? That's so weird!"

"Just how mentally strong are you?!"

"He said the same thing trying to provoke us yesterday." Kirishima grumbled as he took a seat behind the laughing blonde-haired teen from Class B.

"I'd like to know what his mental state is." Mina remarked taking her seat next to Kirishima staring at the blonde-haired male with blank eyes.

Y/N waved smiling at the homeroom teacher for Class B as she and AIzawa walked closer to the male. "Vlad, we discussed that we want to add some practice maneuvers this time."

"I was thinking about that, too. You don't have to tell me that—" A sudden ominous feeling washed over the brunette-haired woman as Mandalay's voice echoed in her head as well as the other two teachers along with the small group of students occupying the classroom.

"Everyone!"

"It's Mandalay's Telepath." Kirishima blurted out looking up to the ceiling.

Beside him, Mina flashed a smile. "I like this. It makes me jump."

"It only works in one direction, though, so it's kind of annoying..."

"Quiet." Y/N demanded sharply giving the students a pointed look they have never seen from the brunette. 'If Mandalay is trying to reach us like this, then something is very wrong.'

"We're being attacked by two villains! It's possible that there are more! Everyone who can move, get back to camp immediately! Even if you come across the enemy, retreat and do not engage!"

"Vlad, I'm leaving this place to you. I'll go protect the other students! Y/N, you're with me now let's go!" The brunette nodded her head wordlessly running out of the room hot on Aizawa's trail as they raced down the hallway for the entrance door.

Pitch black smoke caused by the bright blue flames burning the trees in the forest uncontrollably clouded the night sky, little blue embers floating around the camp grounds.

Y/N balled her hands into fists as her body shook with anger and concern.

'That bastard, he's here.'

"This is bad..."

"Is your worry taking precedence, Eraser?" The two distracted teachers looked to the left where the voice sounded as the black-haired male extended his arm out in their direction glimpsing quickly at the brunette-haired woman standing by Aizawa's side, flashing her a smirk.

He knew she would survive his next attack.

"Vla—"

Scorching hot blue flames engulfed the two teachers as the fire flared out far and wide.

"Don't get in my way, pro hero. You guys aren't the ones we want."

Chapter Text

"Will they really be all right by themselves?" Kurogiri asked the light blue-haired male sitting in a stool at the bar as the mist villain held a rag and a glass, cleaning the cup.

"Yeah. It's not my turn to be on stage right now. They're enough by themselves. In other words, the game has changed. Up until now, it was a role-playing game where we had all the equipment but challenged the last boss while still at level 1. I should have thought of it as a simulation game. I should be the player, using all the pieces I can to break through the higher ranks. In order to do that, I need to first put cracks into the superhuman society. The Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains. It doesn't matter if those guys succeed or fail. Just the fact that they are there will scare the heroes."

"Are they just sacrificial pawns?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Do I look that heartless? Their strength is real. Even though they're all facing different directions, they're comrades I can count on."

Shigaraki grabbed the two pictures that were lying face down on the bar tabletop, flipping them over he smirked as he gazed down at the pictures containing the image Bakugo being rewarded at the U.A Sports Festival while being restrained as a gold medal hung between his tightly clenched teeth.

While the other picture he inquired with enough searching captured an old image of a brown-haired woman who intrigued him based off of the report given to him by the blue flame villain, Dabi when he had the misfortune of encountering her at the shopping mall.

After hearing in great detail what Dabi had witnessed, Shigaraki dug deep into the brunette's past uncovering every single skeleton in the brunette's closet she so desperately kept under lock and key.

Even going as far as discussing the woman with his master, All for One. 

No matter how much the brunette desired to atone for her past sins, there was no use in trying to wash the blood off her hands once they've already been stained.

"In a society bound by rules, we're not the only ones being oppressed. I'm praying for their success."

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"Well, I guess you are a pro, after all. I expected as much from you however, Y/N Dazai. Well done." Dabi taunted the brunette as he raised his hand aiming at Aizawa who had dodged the fiery attack by jumping up on the side of the building using his capture weapon.

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows ever so slightly. 'I've never told him my name. What else does he know about me?'

"Nothing's gonna come out." Aizawa informed the villain who was oblivious to his quirk being nullified.

Wrapping the blue flame quirk user in his capture weapon Aizawa yanked on the fabric dragging the villain to him as he leaped on the building's edge he was perched on.

Aizawa grabbed at the back of the restrained villain's head while bringing to knee up to smash it against the blue flamed villain's face.

The black-haired teacher then hurriedly pinned the villain onto the ground face first, keeping his right hand firmly locked into the spiky black locks of the blue eyed male while his left-hand gripped Dabi's left arm at an odd angle.

Y/N, who had approached the pinned down villain crouch down next to the male. "Tell me your purpose, number and positions."

Dabi turned his head as best as he could to lock eyes with the brunette.

"Why?"

"Because otherwise this will happen."

Aizawa answered as he pulled at the villain's left arm. A loud cracking sound following his action, indicating that Aizawa had broken the villain's arm.

"Your right arm is next. Let's do this logically. If we get to your legs, it'll be annoying to transport you."

"Are you in a hurry, Eraser? How about you, Y/N?" Dabi ridiculed as a little blue flame lit up on the top of his hair.

Aizawa was quick to activate his quirk on the male while twisting the villain's right arm in retaliation creating another loud cracking noise, the villain groaned in pain.

The shaking of the ground as well as booming from within the distance caught the two teachers' attention.

"What's that?!"

"Mr. Aizawa! Dazai-sensei!"

Hearing the distressed scream of one of their students both of the teachers' eyes darted off to the right where they saw a group consisting of Iida, Mineta, Koda, and Ojiro who all looked frightened and out of breath.

"You guys!"

Realizing that Aizawa's attention was directed elsewhere Dabi manages to buck the pro hero off his back and roll away from the male however still contained in the teacher's capture weapon.

Dabi slowly rose back up to his feet, the pain of both his arm being broken surging through him.

'This is about as much damage as I can take, huh?'

He slowly turned around to face the black-haired pro hero and brunette who glared dangerously at him. "As expected of a couple of U.A. teachers. Hey, hero."

Aizawa grunted as he yanked on the fabric of his capture weapon to tug the villain back towards him. His capture weapon instead tore right through the villain's body that soon began to melt away before the teachers' eyes.

"Are your students important?"

'That fire earlier wasn't his Quirk?!' Aizawa wondered bewilderedly.

The disintegrating body of the villain smirked mockingly at the two teachers watching hopelessly. "I hope you can protect them all till the end. See you later..."

Haunting words echoed in the brain of Y/N while she watched the villain disintergrate into a liquid substance and melt away.

"Sensei! What was that just now?!" The group of frightened students hollered as they ran over towards the two teachers.

The two older adults bypassed their students in a hurry while yelling instructions at them as they ran into the forest. "Get inside! We'll be right back!"

Racing through the heavily woodsy area Y/N glimpsed at the black-haired male dashing as fast as his legs could carry him.

"We'll need to split up to cover as much ground as possible to get to the students. Since that villain refused to comply there is no telling how many of his comrades are here."

"I'm aware."

The two teachers continued to run through the forest in silence. Their worry as well as their concern for the students clouded everything else.

It wasn't long until they heard a familiar voice shouting out their names.

"Mr. Aizawa and Daazai-sensei!"

Both adults stopped in their tracks as they looked over at the student.

"Midori-" Aizawa narrowed his eyes at the boy, fully taking in the green-haired teen's current appearance.

The teen's entire right arm was completely busted as it took on a dark shade of purple, the arm hanging uselessly at the boy's side. Gone was his shirt revealing light scuff marks all over his face, his torso, neck and non-injured arm. His left eye appeared to be nearly swollen shut.

It was apparent to both teachers that the teen had encountered a monstrous villain but didn't escape unscathed.

"Mr. Aizawa... Dazai-sensei...I'm glad...It's terrible! There are a ton of things I need to tell you." Midoriya rambled breathlessly feeling Kota climbing off his back.

"Hey..."

"First, there's something I need to tell Mandalay..."

"I said, 'Hey'!" Aizawa repeatedly tried to get the injured boy to listen to him, although his words fell on deaf ears.

"Please take care of Kota! He has a water Quirk. You have to protect him!"

Both Aizawa and Y/N shared the same thought after realizing the teen was running on emotion and adrenaline.

'This guy's on a high...'

"Please!" The green-haired teen exclaimed before turning to run back into the forest.

"Wait, Midoriya!" Y/N yelled sternly after the injured boy, causing him to stop and look back at his teachers who were glaring at him.

Aizawa sighed lowly. "Those injuries... You did it again, didn't you? Did you forget about what happened in Hosu?"

"No, but..."

"So tell Mandalay this...'Everyone in Class A and Class B, in the name of the pro hero, Eraser Head, you are granted permission to engage in combat' it's unavoidable at this point I'll take responsibility for this, along with whatever punishment is coming later. Now, hurry!"

"Yes sir!" Midoriya resumed his mad dash into the dark forest.

As soon as the boy disappeared, Aizawa turned his attention to the brunette-haired woman who had an unreadable expression on her face.

"This is where we part ways. I'm taking Kota back to the camp, you handle as much as you can until I catch back up to you."

Y/N nodded her head in understanding watching as the black-haired male gingerly picked up the child and sprinted away with Kota in his arms until the duo where out of sight.

The brunette bolted in an opposite direction; her thoughts consumed her as she glanced around the dark forest. Scanning to either run into one of her students or one of the enemies.

'How could have they possibly have known our location? The only plausible explanation that makes sense to me is... Someone at U.A. is a rat. The troublesome part of that theory would be that the rat would be among the teachers and pro heroes who knew where the training camp location was. What is their gain for this ambush attack? Whoever the rat is, what is it that they want?'

A sudden blue, hot blaze cut in front of the brunette setting even more trees on fire, forcing Y/N to halt to a standstill. A familiar chuckle rang out in the dark as two figures emerged from the shadows, one being the villain that had slipped away from Aizawa earlier while the other Y/N didn't recognize. 

"Well, well, look what we have here Twice, just the woman we were looking for. Dare I call this fate? Where are you off to in such a rush?" Dabi cracked a wide grin upon seeing Y/N turn her head to angrily glare at him.

"We finally found you! We heard so much about you!" The man who Y/N didn't recognize spoke enthusiastically then a second later his tone dropped an octave lower, contradicting himself.

"Who cares? Let's kill her!"

The brunette raised an eyebrow at the man dressed head to toe in a black and gray bodysuit.

'What's up with him? Split personality perhaps? Identity disorder? How peculiar.'

Dabi noticed the confused expression on Y/N's face making the black-haired male roll his eyes.

"Ignore him he's weird. Back to why we are here, I'm going to need you to come with me." Dabi calmly declares to the brunette.

Too calmly as a matter of fact, like the act of kidnapping was the most normalized thing to have ever occurred.

Y/N stared at the villain as he had just grown an extra head; a fit of giggles erupting from her throat.

"Come with you? Am I supposed to just go along with what you say? What's in it for me if I do allow myself to be abducted? You didn't even ask nicely; didn't your father ever teach you manners?"

Dabi's left arm along with his eye twitched at Y/N's words which of course she took note of his body language.

"Oh? Strike a nerve there did I? Don't tell me you have, daddy issues."

Acting on pure uncontrollable rage, Dabi blindly raised his hand at her activating his quirk to engulf her in blue fire. Annoyed by the fact that she had succeeded in getting underneath his skin for a second time.

"Ah how I wish your flames would burn me alive. ~ They look hot enough to kill me instantly without pain."  Y/N sighed dreamily at the approaching heat.

"But unfortunately, I can't die just yet."

Opening her left hand, blue stripes of lighting surrounded Y/N as she extended her hand out towards the flames.

"Ability: No Longer Human" 

A strong gust of wind blew Y/N's hair back as the the blue of her ability slowly faded into a white hue before disappearing along with the blue flames Dabi had aimed at her.

Twice squealed as he pointed his finger at the brunette excitedly while glancing back and forth from her to the black-haired villain by his side.

"Wow! Did you see that, Dabi?! She nullified your Quirk like it was nothing! She really is similar to Eraser!"

"How is she not dead after that?!"

"Enough Twice." Dabi snapped darkly at the villain in the bodysuit all the while keeping his gaze onto the brunette.

"You don't seem to understand the situation you're in. I'm not asking you to come with me, I'm telling you that you are."

As Y/N opened her mouth to respond she heard Mandalay's voice ringing in her head with another urgent message.

"We have discovered two of the villains' targets. It is one of the students... "Kacchan" the other target being Y/N Dazai! "Kacchan" as well as Dazai should try to avoid combat and acting independently. Understand "Kacchan"?! Dazai, if you absolutely must engage in combat, make it quick and then hurry back to camp!" 

The brunette took a second to process the information. She knew all along that she would be targeted by the villains, it was only a matter of when and where. Assuming from his personality, she could see why the villains were also interested in Bakugo.

'Even if he may act fierce, that doesn't label him as a villain. He's passionate about the goals he set and is determined to live his dream as a pro hero. That much is obvious.'

"What are you planning to do with Bakugo?"

Dabi only chuckled humorlessly at the brunette's question as he began to saunter towards her slowly, giving the impression that he was going to pounce at any given second.

"You seem awfully worried about that blonde kid when you should be worried about yourself."

"What do you-"

Hearing footsteps rushing up from behind her, Y/N sidestepped her body to the far right; dodging a sharp knife just in time before the blade punctured through her body.

Y/N's eye's rake over the appearance of a young blonde girl who looked as if she could be a high schooler.

Her wild yellow eyes stared lovingly at the brunette as she gripped her knife in one hand while pulling the mask off from over her mouth with the other.

"Hi there! You must be Y/N Dazai, I'm Toga Himiko! You sure are cute. I bet you would be even cuter if you were beaten up and covered in blood! You'll let me have some of yours, won't you? I won't take much I promise!" Toga exclaimed as she ran at Y/N swinging the blade of her knife recklessly trying to slice at brunette.

"Easy there Crazy, we need to take her alive, remember?" Dabi yelled out to the blonde but did nothing to interfere as he and Twice observed Y/N expertly evade Toga's movements with precision.

"I know! I just want to cut her a couple of times to make her cuter!" Toga giggled methodically, slicing randomly as Y/N continued to dance around the blonde in order to avoid the girl's knife as she also tried to ensure that the other two villains have not moved from their position.

'This isn't looking too good for me. I'm heavily outnumbered with no way to call for backup. I'm secluded from everyone else. They intend on taking me by force no matter what.'

Failing her arm at an angle Toga managed to nick a small cut right on the brunette's cheek, seeing an opening Y/N pivoted her foot out of the blonde's line of sight. 

As she happens to do so, she gripped Toga by the back of her neck in one hand and firmly grasped the teen's wrist in the other hand.

Doing this resulted in the blonde teen to stumble forward making it easier for the brunette to force her down on the ground while twisting the girl's wrist back awkwardly, the knife falling from the Toga's hands. Instead of groaning in pain, the blonde villain pinned underneath Y/N released another round of psychotic laughter.

"What's so funny?"

Toga lifted her head slightly off the ground, her wild yellow eyes darting to lock onto Y/N.

"Gotcha."

Before Y/N could react Twice knocked the brunette off Toga and onto the ground by throwing his weight on her. Straddling her back in order to keep the woman still while his fingers tugged down on the bandages covering over her neck, revealing her skin.

Toga joined her comrade in pinning the brunette's hands in place as she began to struggle.

Dabi leisurely walked over to the brunette laying on her stomach as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with an oddly colored liquid with a large needle.

Crouching down next to the contained brunette Dabi smirked confidently.

"Relax, this will only hurt for a second." He mocked as he pressed the tip of the needle against a vein on her exposed neck.

"Fuck you." Y/N spat dangerously which a deep chuckle arose from the blue flame quirk user who tangled his fingers into her long brown hair and yanked her head back, hard.

"Don't tempt me with a good time."

The male said before sinking the needle into the brunette's skin, his thumb pressing all the way down on the plunger until the oddly colored liquid seeped into the brunette's bloodstream.

"Nighty night, dollface."

Y/N tried to fight out whatever was just injected into her veins but darkness soon clouded her vision, within seconds the brunette was knocked out cold.

Once the woman slipped into a deep slumber, both Twice and Toga released her allowing Dabi to collect her in his arms and carry her bridal style.

"I can't believe that worked out so smoothly, the Boss will be happy to know we succeeded!"

"Who cares what the Boss thinks!"

Dabi rolled his eyes at Twice's banter.

"We're far from done, our mission isn't over yet. Toga, you're no longer needed here. Go finish your tasks and meet back up with us at the rendezvous point. Let's get a move on, Twice."

"Aww! I wanted to cut her more!" Toga pouted at Dabi who responded by glaring furiously at the blonde.

"Okay, okay. I'm going!"  She exclaimed holding her hands up in mock surrender before turning away and ran off in the darkness leaving the two villains and the unconscious woman behind.

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Shortly after the capture of Y/N Dazai

Dabi accompanied by Twice casually trekked through the forest to the designated rendezvous point.

"Hey Dabi! Did you hear the radio? I'm so pumped! Mr. Compress also succeeded!"

"Took him long enough! I was getting sleepy!"

The blue-eyed male glanced back at his comrade, being careful not to jostle the brunette sleeping peacefully in his arms.

"Don't say that. He did a good job. Now, we just have to wait for everyone to get back here."

"That's not right!"

"You're right."

"This place was supposed to be hard to find because of the wall of flames and gas, but the gas was cleared away.  Things never truly go according to plan, huh?" Dabi remarked as he and Twice strolled past several bushes.

"You're right!"

"Things are going as planned!"

Stopping in his tracks, the blue-eyed villain sensed something or rather perhaps someone hiding behind the bushes. Mouthing to Twice to stay silent, Dabi stared over in the direction of the bushes they had just walked past.

After a brief minute he noticed a pair of eyes staring back at him before the eyes suddenly whirled around behind the shrubbery. Turning his body, Dabi slowly started to approach the bush concealing whoever was trying to shield away from him.

"Hey, Dabi!" Twice interjected, raising his hand high into the air.

"Speaking of which, this has nothing to do with anything, but is it okay not to call the "Nomu" guy? You said it'd only react to your voice or something, right? It's very important!"

"Oh, yeah." Dabi commented walking away from the bush back towards Twice.

"You asked me why I didn't add it to the battle, right?"

"Be grateful! Bow before me!"

"A monster specifically for me, from Shigaraki..." Dabi pressed his thumb on a button of a remote-control device he had tucked in between his fingers.

"It's probably killed at least one person by now."

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"Huh? No one else is here yet?" Toga questioned smiling wide as a potent blush dusted her cheeks, her eyes lighting up as soon as they laid upon the unconscious body of Y/N still snuggled up in Dabi's arms.

"You lunatic, did you get the blood? How many people's worth?"  The black-haired villain asked.

"One person's worth!"

"Just one?!" Twice shouted out stupefied. "Weren't you told to get at least three?!"

"It couldn't be helped. I thought I was going to be killed." Toga informed cheerily without a care in the world.

"Anyway... Toga, aren't you a little too happy? Was there anything to make you depressed?"

The blonde teen spun around, lifting both her hands up to her cheeks as a sparkly pink aura surrounded her. "I made some friends and found a boy I'm interested in."

"You mean me?! Sorry, can't!" Twice exclaimed pressing his hands together in a praying motion while bowing his head.

He then lifted his head back up to face the blonde teen and made a heart with his hands. "I like you, too!"

"You're too loud. Shut up... or she'll stir awake." Dabi growled at the two as he subconsciously tightened his hold on the brunette in his arms.

The black-haired villain noticed something in the night sky, squinting his eyes questionably Mr. Compress crashed down on the down in front of the other three villains.

Even so, he wasn't alone as multiple U.A. students had also crashed down, presumably they were in pursuit of the masked villain.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! I know these kids!"

"Who are they?!"

Chapter Text

Moments after the announcement was made about Y/N Dazai and Bakugo being the villains' primary targets

"Sir, you heard Mandalay's Telepath, right? My friend and Dazai-sensei are being targeted. Please, let me go to them!" Kirishima begged the teacher of Class 1-B who stood in front of the door way blocking any one of the students from leaving.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Stop it, Kirishima." Mina walked forward towards the spiky red-haired teen as she tried to reason with her classmate.

"Sir, if we do not know how many villains there are, then wouldn't it be better to have as many people fighting as we can?" Iida questioned Vlad urgently hoping to convince the blood controlling teacher to let them help in whatever way they could.

"Hey, are you planning on fighting the villains?" Mineta exclaimed while looking from Iida to Kirishima.

The look in Kirishima's eyes made it very apparent that hearing about his friend and teacher who he had gotten attached to so quickly being targets for the villains while not being able to do anything about the situation was killing him on the inside.

"Yeah, that's right. Even Mr. Aizawa said to fight, didn't he?"

"That is for self-defense. It was so everyone could get back here." Vlad clarified for the young pro hero in training upon hearing that the red-haired teen clenched his teeth in dismay while casting his eyes downward visibly distraught.

A noise within the hallway startled the students occupying the classroom, making them look towards the door.

"Did someone come in?"

"Do you think Mr. Aizawa came back...?"

"Perfect timing." Kirishima remarked. "I'll go ask him directly."

Rather suspicious of the noise heard in the hallway, Vlad put his arm out in front of Kirishima while keeping an eye on the door. 

"No, wait." The figure approached the door, the shadow confirming that the person in the hallway was not the teacher of Class 1-A.

"It's not him!"

The figure blasted a blue inferno into the classroom. Vlad, being quick to act, pushed Kirishima and Mina backwards using his body to shield the two students from the heat and broken glass.

The blast of blue flames generated hot winds that overturned the students' desks and chairs.

"Everyone, get back!" Iida warned as the flames raged on before eventually dying out.

Vlad glared at the villain that barged his way into the classroom while standing protectively in front of the small group of students. Mineta gasped at the villain who stepped further into the classroom.

"That guy... Is he the villain that was defeated earlier?"  Mineta exclaimed pointing a figure at the fake Dabi. The clone smirked as he lit his right hand ablaze that was quickly extinguished by Vlad as he rushed the villain and crushed him up against the wall creating a crater under the villain.

"You're too slow!" Underneath Vlad's gloves, blood poured out, fully immersing the clone onto the wall as Vlad manipulated the blood to harden.

"Blood Control...It's so strong!" Kirishima compliments in awe at observing Vlad's Quirk at work.

"As expected of our Mr. Vlad!" Monoma cheered.

"You're pushing hard into a place like this without thinking? You're really underestimating us!" The Blood Hero remarks resulting in the clone to slowly form a smirk on his face.

"And why wouldn't we? You're acting exactly like I thought you would. You all lost the minute you lost the initiative.  The pinnacle of hero education, U.A., and the Symbol of Peace, All Might. The two most trusted figures of hero society, gathered together. If multiple incidents keep putting that trust into question, then don't you think that will shake society as a whole? Sloppy management that keeps allowing attacks to get through, and in the end, being so weak as to allow a student and even a teacher to be stolen away by a criminal group." The clone jibes at the pro hero keeping him restrained growing more and more ecstatic by the second.

"Bastard, are you saying Bakugo and Dazai-sensei's..." Kirishima hardened both his arms in anger upon hearing the clone's sneering about the two individuals.

"Going to be kidnapped by you?" Iida took a step forward feeling the same anger as Kirishima.

"Stop messing around!" Denki yelled as his hands sparked with electricity, Sero and Ojiro bringing up their clenched fists as if preparing for a fight.

Blue flames lit up on various parts of the clone's body as he continued to mock at the growing predicament.

"Look, there are so few of us, and we're driving you into a corner."

The clone's mockery pushed the pro hero over the edge as he drew his fist back aiming to punch at the smug villain. "You bastard...!"

The clone smirked victoriously as the right side of his head lit up in flames, before Vlad's punch could connect, the black-haired teacher of Class 1-A had appeared as he shoved his right leg onto the side of the clone's head.

"It's no use, Vlad!"

"Mr. Aizawa!"

The moment Vlad had released the clone from his Quirk, Aizawa quickly entangled the clone into his capture weapon and began stomping down on the fake.

"This guy's just trying to stir things up. He won't tell us anything."

Due to Aizawa continuous stomping on the clone, the fake villain melted away into a murky brown liquid, staining the pants legs and boots of his costume.

"Besides, look...he's a fake. One came earlier, too." The black-haired male informed as he slightly lifted his foot up off the floor watching as the brown liquid dripped down his boot.

"A fake..." Mina muttered stepping forward to inspect the brown fluid on the floor.

"Is that one of the villains' Quirks?" Iida wondered from beside her.

"Eraser, what were you doing?" Vlad asked the black-haired male as he shook off the brown fluid off his leg.

"Sorry, I was planning to give orders allowing the students to fight, but I ended up taking care of Kota. Take him for me. I'm going out to the front lines. Vlad, I'm counting on you to keep defending this place." Aizawa quickly debriefed; starting to make his way out of the building once more before the voice of Vlad stopped him.

"Wait, Eraser! We still don't know how much they'll come at us."

"You'll be fine by yourself. Look at this fake. Both times, it was one just like this. I think they're coming strong at us because they want to keep our attention here since we're pros. It's their strategy to make up for the small number of people they sent."

"If there are only a few, then there's even more reason for me—" Kirishima interjected, wanting to so badly be able to go out to find his friend before the villains found him first.

"Yes! Nothing can beat strength in numbers!" Iida agreed also trying to convince both teachers to allow them to help.

"No!" Aizawa's eyes flickering over to his students, glaring at them harshly. "If they're trying to keep the pros back, that means they're after the students. Bakugo's just one of them, but they might be after others, as well."

The students one by one all look down to the floor, feeling absolutely helpless. Mina gasped quietly before snapping her head back up to look at her teacher. "But... they are also after Dazai-sensei."

Aizawa silently grind his teeth together, he should have known based on her past alone that the brunette would also be a target. If only he realized that sooner he wouldn't have agreed to split up...

"The reason for her being a target remains unclear. We're still losing by a lot in terms of information. For the time being, we'll win by having everyone stay safe and sound." Aizawa replied while sparing one last glance at his students before running out the door and back into the forest.

'That suicidal lunatic better come back to us safely.'

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Back to present

"Give Kacchan and Tokoyami back!" A very badly injured Midoriya screamed as he, Todorki, and Shoji crashed down on Mr. Compress while he was retreating to the rendezvous spot to meet back up with his fellow villain comrades.

Looking up briefly from the villain they had tackled out of the sky, Shoji widened his eyes in shock seeing their brown-haired teacher knocked out cold in the arms of one of the villains.

"They got Dazai-sensei, too!" The teen hollered causing Midoriya and Todoroki to feel even more frantic about retrieving their friends and now their teacher back before it was too late.

"I know these kids!"

"Who are they?!" Twice asked a lovestruck Toga who excitedly grinned once she laid her eyes on the injured green-haired boy.

"Mister, get out of the way." Dabi warned as he kept a tight grip on the brunette in his arms.

Luckily, he had planned ahead and took precautionary measures for something like this to happen knowing that he wouldn't be able to use his Quirk while he was carrying the unconscious quirk-nullifying woman.

'She's useful no doubt, however her ability is quite the annoyance right now.'

"Roger!"

A clone of the flame villain hidden at the edge of the forest, stepped out of the tree lined clearing with his left hand extended out, blue flames generating in the palm of the clone's hand.

Bending his arm at an angle, the clone's arm now completely engulfed in blue heat the villain clone flung his arm launching the fiery attack straight at the unprepared students.

"Idiot! That's cold!" Twice yelled while jumping back.

Todoroki barely evaded out of the line of fire in time while his two friends, not having enough time to react, weren't so lucky as they were singed by the flames. Screaming out in pain as the heat came in contact with their skin.

"Midoriya! Shoji!" Out of the corner of his eyes, the two-toned teen noticed one of the villains leaping into the air in the form of a 'T pose'.

"Faces from Shigaraki's kill list! That little beat-up boy and you!"  Twice said as he started to pull at the measuring tape from his red and green wristband.

"They weren't, though!"

Todorki clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, sending an attack at the villain using his ice quirk. "That's hot!"

The blue flame villain took a step back, surveying his clone continuing to blast fireballs at the U.A. students preventing them from getting any closer.

Next to attack was the blonde-haired teen, one of the needles connected to the canisters on the side of her mask shot out, nearly striking the injured green haired boy on his cheek.

"I'm Toga, Izuku!" The blonde-haired villain charged at the boy with a psychotic grin on her face, she tackled the boy down to the ground.

"I thought so earlier, too, but you'd be cooler if you bled more, Izuku!" Toga gleefully withdrew her a knife that was strapped around her thigh, the green-haired boy widened his eyes at the size of the sharp blade the villain on top of him held as she bent her arm backward in a motion indicating she was about to stab him.

"Midoriya!" Shoji forcefully shoved the blonde villain off his defenseless classmate resulting in the blonde villain sail backwards.

Flipping in the air, Toga used her hand to slow her momentum as she skids across the gravel.

"Is that how it is? Are you going to get in the way? You're not my type at all, but I'll cut you anyway." Toga cynically announced, her bright yellow eyes narrowing dangerously at the male who had just knocked her away.

Shoji protectively put his arms out in front of the green haired teen next to him. "She's crazy..."

Off to the side, the battle between Todoroki and Twice raged on as the two-toned teen sent one ice attack after the other while the villain taunted the boy as he dodged the teen's ice.

"Good job! This is easy!" Pulling more of his measuring tape out from his wristband, Twice sliced the teen's ice in two. "Stop messing around!"

Todoroki frustratingly narrowed his eyes at the villain, "What's with this guy?"

From the crater in the ground where he crashed down at, Mr. Compress materialized out of a marble and slowly rose back up onto his feet, "Ow... I can't believe you flew so far to chase after me. Your ideas are far out!"

Dabi, still holding onto Y/N close to his chest; approached the masked magician villain. "Where's Bakugo? And that thing I asked for?"

"Of course..." Mr. Compress said as he reached into the pocket on his left side, pulling out a marble, releasing his quirk on the marble, a pair of special restraints came into display.

"You're positive these will work on her?" Dabi asked as he eyed the titanium box-like restraints Mr. Compress clasped onto the unconscious brunette's wrists.

"Absolutely. That pesky ability of hers will be rendered useless as long as these are on her. That dose she received earlier will make her more vulnerable than usual, also. She's as good as ours."

"What about the explosive kid?"

The masked villain then stuck his hand into his right coat pocket, but ultimately felt nothing.

 "Hm?"

Shoji eyed the masked villain that was searching his pockets before the teen glanced back at his two classmates.

"Midoriya, Todoroki, once we secure Dazai-sensei, we're running away! I'm sure now based on what he just did...I don't know what your Quirk is, but inside that right pocket of yours that you kept flaunting were these..."

Shoji held up two marbles resting in between his fingertips. "Tokoyami and Bakugo, right, entertainer?"

"Shoji!"

Mr. Compress chuckled. "Oh, that didn't take you very long! As expected of someone with six arms! You're good at feeling around!"

Both Shoji and Midoriya raced towards the blue flamed villain as Todoroki created an ice wall to prevent Twice from stopping them while they were retreating. "All right! Good job, Shoji! Let's rescue Dazai-sensei!"

Dabi growled at the three students gradually getting closer, running in his direction, his grip getting even tighter on the woman he was certain she would have bruises of his fingertips on her skin when she awoke.

"Moron-" The blue-eyed villain glanced to the side at his clone, jerking his head towards the students. His clone then raised his palm, aiming towards the three.

"No, wait." Mr. Compress said, halting the clone from blasting the kids into flames.

Purple mist swirled in front of the sprinting students making them stop in their tracks suddenly as Kurogiri's misty form towered over them.

"Th-This guy..."

"...was at U.S.J..."

"The warp..."

"It has been five minutes since the signal. Let us go, Dabi." Kurogiri ordered as he opened multiple warp gates for the members of Vanguard Action Squad to escape into.

"Sorry, Izuku, I'll see you later." Toga bid farewell to the battered green-haired teen with a grin as she waved bye to the boy. Twice dived into his warp gate, the clone of Dabi disintegrating.

"Wait. Our goal is not yet-" The blue flame villain started to say, narrowing his blue eyes at the masked villain making his way closer towards the warp gate.

"Oh, that? They seemed so happy that they rushed out here, so I thought I'd give them a present." Mr. Compress responded nonchalantly as he paused causing the three teens to dart their eyes at the villain perplexed.

"It's a habit, one of the basics of magic. When I flaunt something..." The villain grasped the top of his hat with one hand while his other hand began to remove the mask covering his face.

"It's because there's something I don't want you to see." Mr. Compress explained smugly before sticking out his tongue, revealing two marbles containing Bakugo and Tokoyami trapped inside.

"N-No way...!"

With a snap of his fingers. Mr. Compress released what was hidden inside the marbles Shoji had thought were his two trapped classmates but were soon revealed to be big shards of Todoroki's ice.

"My ice?!"

"That's right. During the freezing attack, I prepared dummies and put them in my right pocket." Mr. Compress remarked mockingly.

"Damn it!" Midoriya yelled as he and his two classmates rushed forward toward the villain in the hopes of rescuing their friends.

"If you discover that what was in my right hand was in my right pocket, then of course you'd rush happily over." Mr. Compress taunted behind his mask he placed back over his face, at the students dashing towards him and Dabi as they slowly started to disappear into the warp gate.

"Wait...!"

The masked villain bowed. "And now, that's all from me—"

A sudden laser beam hidden behind some nearby bushes blasted the villain's mask, resulting in the mask breaking apart. The surprise of the attack forced the villain to cough out the marbles containing Tokoyami and Bakugo out of his mouth.

Realizing this, Dabi quickly shoved the unconscious body of Y/N into the arms of Mr. Compress while he bolted for the marble sailing in the air that held the blonde-haired boy they were after.

Todoroki was within hands reach of Bakugo's marble, but before the two-toned teen could obtain his trapped friend, the marble was snatched right in front of his eyes by the blue flamed villain.

Dabi smirked devilishly at the expression plastered on the young hero in training.

"How sad... Shoto... Todoroki..."

He mocks as the boy tumbles past him before crashing hard onto the ground.

"Confirm it now. Release this." Dabi demanded as he glanced over at Mr. Compress.

"My show's been ruined!" The villain complained before snapping his fingers together then disappearing into the warp gate carrying the brunette-haired teacher.

The figures of both captured teens were then released out of the marbles, Dabi automatically curling his hand around the blonde teen's throat as he manifested out of the blue marble.

"No problem." He mutters as he dragged the blonde-haired teen with him into the warp gate.

"Kacchan! Dazai-sensei!" Midoriya cried out as he sprinted for his friend, watching as the blonde teen disappeared little by little more into the mist.

Out of pure desperate determination and adrenaline, Midoriya pushed himself to run faster.

"Kacchan!"

The blonde-haired boy stared wide eyed at Midoriya rushing towards him, screaming his name.

"Don't come, Deku!" Bakugo warned as his body fully disappeared into the warp gate that immediately vanished into thin air.

The villains have succeeded in what they set out to do.

The kidnapping of Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N Dazai.

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The Next Day

Countless new reporters swarmed outside the gates of U.A High after word of the kidnappings spread about society like wildfire.

"Will you open your gates?

"I'm from Yomiuri TV. Is there an official statement from U.A. High?"

"How do you plan on dealing with the families of the victims?"

Inside the school, it was deadly silent, not a soul in sight other than the school faculty discussing the events of the attack within the meeting room.

"To be attacked during a training camp meant to prepare students to fight villains...We should be embarrassed by the irony. We feared the revitalization of villains, but our understanding of it was naïve. They had already started their war... Their war to destroy hero society." Nezu states seriously, feeling the blunt of last night's attack weighing heavily on his shoulders.

"Even if we had understood it, would we have been able to defend against it? With all these persistent developments unfolding one after another... Ever since All Might, most organized crime has been weeded out." Midnight pointed out; her hands interlocked together as her elbows were propped up on the tabletop.

"So we all got too complacent during peaceful times without realizing it, thinking we had time to prepare." Present Mic rebutted pointing both his fingers at the dark-haired woman.

"I am angry from the bottom of my heart at my own cowardice. While they were fighting desperately, I... was relaxing in the tub." All Might muttered keeping his head lowly as he very clearly blamed himself for last night's attack and not being able to protect the students.

"Having the sports festival right after the attack... We can't keep taking unyielding positions like that, like we have up until now. To have not only a student kidnapped but also a teacher is U.A's greatest failure. They have stolen the trust people had in us heroes, along with Bakugo and Dazai."

Snipe comments slamming a clenched hand down on the table.

"All the news outlets are filled with criticism of U.A. right now. If they were trying to get Bakugo, then it was probably because his violent side was made common knowledge at the sports festival." Nezu says as he holds open a newspaper in one paw and a tablet in the other, the screen displaying the news of Bakugo's kidnapping.

"In Y/N Dazai's case, she has a rather long and dark past with an organization named the Port Mafia, holding the title of the youngest executive in history, she has gotten her hands dirty with plenty of blood more than once. Originally, she was to be transferred to Tartarus upon capture by Eraser Head, it was my judgement for her to continue on redeeming herself under the watchful eye of Aizawa by becoming his assistant. From that prospect I'm sure she was very well aware of the huge target on her back. To be frank, I'm glad she was taken along with Bakugo."

A collective "huh?" rang out in the room as all eyes of the teachers were glued upon the principal.

"Y/N Dazai can be a very dangerous, cold-hearted person when she needs to be, I trust her in being able to protect Bakugo should the need for that, rise. However, if these two are won over by the villains, then it's over for U.A. as an educational institution."

Present Mic cast his gaze down below towards the tabletop. "Since we're on the topic of trust, there's something I'd like to say. We can say conclusively now...There's a traitor among us, isn't there?"

Midnight and All Might gasped loudly at Present Mic's assumption. "Only the teachers, other than Dazai, and the Pussycats knew where the training camp would be held!"

The Voice Hero stood up from his seat, slamming his palms onto the wood of the table. "That's not all that's suspicious! Using their cellphone location information, even the students-"

"Mic, stop it." Midnight interfered the blonde hero from continuing, refusing to listen ridiculous suspicion that one of their students might be the traitor.

"How can I? Let's clean this place thoroughly!"

"What about you? Can you prove that you're 100% innocent? Can you assert that everyone here is innocent?!" Snipe's question forced the blonde pro hero to settle back into his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"If we suspect each other, then we'll destroy ourselves from the inside. Looking for a traitor isn't something we should do in a hurry."

"At the very least, I trust you all." Nezu announced, clearing the growing tension in the air surrounding his faculty.

"I can't prove definitively that I'm completely innocent either, though. For now, what we must do as a school is guarantee the safety of the students. With the suspected leak, there's something I've been thinking about doing for a while now. That's-"

"A phone call is here! A phone call—"

All Might sprung up from his seat, answering the phone call he was receiving. "Excuse me, I have to take this."

"We're in a meeting. Turn off your phone!" Present Mic bickered at his fellow colleague.

Midnight sweat dropped as the blonde phone hero took his leave out of the room. 'His ringtone's so lame...'

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"We must conclude that there is some sort of problem with the management of U.A. High. Even if my child wanted to become a hero, I could not possibly enroll—"

Shigaraki pressed the power off button on the t.v. remote, his reflection staring back at him on the now black screen as he chuckled happily.

"I'm really grateful for all the publicity we've been getting." The blue-haired villain turned his head towards the two figures strapped down into a chair, with their hands restrained in a titanium box. 

"Hey, don't you agree...? Katsuki Bakugo...Let us not leave out, Y/N Dazai..."

The brown-haired woman who had kept her eyes closed slowly peeled them open as she very coldly locked her gaze onto the blue-haired villain, her facial features showing no emotion.

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Multiple eyes stared down the abducted student and teacher duo, the blonde-haired teen glaring back furiously in revulsion to mask the dread he was feeling deep down, while Y/N's face remained completely void of every and any emotion.

"I'll ask you one more time, aspiring hero, Katsuki Bakugou... Will you join me?" Shigaraki tantalized the hero in training who gnashed his teeth together to prevent his brave façade from collapsing in front of the villains.

"If you're gonna talk in your sleep, you should just go back to sleep and die."

Bakugo retorted ensuing in the blue-haired male to leer at the blonde teen from behind the dismembered hand he had encircling the majority of his face.

Dabi's hypnotic blue eyes bore into the body of the brunette who slightly lowered her head down, making a dark shadow cascade over her eyes.

Stepping closer to the restrained brunette, his hand shot out to firmly snatch a fist full of Y/N's chocolate brown locks.

With her hair tangled between the blue flame quirk user's fingers, he harshly snapped her head backward for her face to be fully in view.

The blue-eyed villain lowered his head towards her ear, an aroma of campfire smoke and the feeling of his voice breath ghosting the shell of her ear nearly made a shiver run down her spine.

"What about you, Princess, hm? We know all about you and your dark history you've tried so hard to bury deep inside a closet. Skeletons don't stay hidden forever no matter how hard you struggle or try to deny them. Isn't it exhausting to be on the side of a society that has its morals all twisted?

Don't you miss how things used to be for you? I'll let you in on a secret, we've been in contact with the boss of the Port Mafia recently, he dearly misses his favorite member. Your old partner in crime, Chuuya Nakahara, was it? He wasn't as enthusiastic when it came to discussing you but hey, I suppose that's what happens when you burn bridges."

The brunette cut her eyes towards the villain gripping her hair, his bright blue eyes seeming to stare straight into her soul.

"What is he talking about?"

Bakugo's gruff voice asked shakily out of turn as he swiveled his head in the brunette's direction. The villain snickered methodically as he soaked in the puzzled glint in the blonde-haired teen's eyes.

"Oh, I see. Your precious students aren't aware of your devious history. It's nonsensical to leave the poor kids who you seemingly act to care for, in the dark, dollface."

Dabi released the hold he had on Y/N's hair while straightening back up to his full height, a haunting gleam danced within his blue eyes in a taunting manner as a smirk played on the corner of the black-haired male's lips.

"Listen up kid, this woman isn't just your ordinary assistant teacher. Didn't any of you ever wonder where she came from or why she suddenly appeared at the end of the school semester? Didn't you find it just a bit odd?"

Bakugo's red eyes flickered over the brunette sitting restrained in the chair next to him, the woman however kept her eyes fastened onto the blue flame quirk user.

"She is a former Port Mafia executive. Youngest in history as a matter of fact and as ruthless as they come. How many murders alone have you committed? Refresh my memory."

Dabi mused a wave of satisfaction washing over his body like a tidal wave upon noticing the vexed expression plastered on the teen's face. Y/N's jawline flexed as she frustratingly clenched her teeth together.

'They did their homework on me, huh? Can't say that I didn't foresee that however, it is not information I wanted the students to know.' Y/N quickly dart her mahogany-colored eyes over towards the blonde teen beside her who an expression of confliction smeared across his face.

'Especially not finding out this way. The cat's out of the bag now.' She tsks in her mind.

"Quit with the mind games. I'll admit that my past actions are rather detestable so with that said, the past has nothing to do with the person I am now." Y/N snarled, feeling her eyes darkening with every word she uttered.

"Is that so? How amusing I must say. Does the name Oda Sakunosuke mean anything to you? Ring any certain bells? Are you trying to tell me that this man doesn't have a very important role in how your life is dictated?" Dabi sneered viciously, chuckling lowly to himself as he watched very faint astonishment sweep over the brunette, within a heartbeat Y/N had masked it into a neutral, unbothered look of boredom.

If he wasn't studying her face the way he was, he would have missed it all together.

"I liked that delicious expression, doll. We recognize how poker-faced you can get, while I was digging into your past after our first encounter at the shopping mall, I just happened to stumble on a file that was labeled 'Dark Era' with all sorts of interesting information, the main specific thing that stuck out to me the most was an ability user named Oda Sakunosuke, someone you held so dearly.

The only person to truly understand you, a man who died just a few years ago. Said to be a lower-level ranking member of the Port Mafia, known as 'the mafia member who doesn't kill.' Insanely ironic from a former freelance assassin, don't you think? After his death, you had vanished into thin air for four years until ultimately resurfacing to become a member of the Armed Detective Agency.

It is believed that because of Oda's death, it led to you leaving the Mafia and resorting to a life of saving people. What a shame."

"What are you getting at, Dabi?" Y/N snapped callously, making Bakugo's stomach churn at the haunting way the brunette's voice sounded so cold.

Not anything like her usual playful, cheery tone that he had grown used to.

A deep amused chuckle erupted from the flame villain's throat. "Seems like I'm not the only one who did their homework. I never told you what I go by."

"The internet is assessable to everyone, it's not as hard as you think. Now answer my question. I don't like repeating myself."

A grin tugged at the corner of Dabi's lips.

"If Oda Sakunosuke never died it is a safe guarantee that at no time, would you have left the Port Mafia and label yourself as a traitor. You would still be the right-hand man to the Boss, his lapdog. Why don't you just finally set things right, and join us? Your place in the world is to be on this side of society.

You are a cold-blooded killer with no remorse, Y/N. Why are you trying to change into someone you're not? You are no different from any one of us, you belong here. No matter how desperate you are to leave your past behind you it is all a worthless effort, the sooner you realize this, the better."

"That's where you are wrong, Staples." Bakugo insulted Dabi heatedly while his chest rumbled with angry growls.

"I honestly don't give a damn about her past, it's none of my business. There is one thing that I'm positive of though, she's exactly where she belongs. Stop wasting your breath, neither one of us wants to hear any more of the shit coming out of your mouth."

Dabi's left eye twitched as he felt his body slowly beginning to heat up to dangerous temperatures.

"You little fuck–"

"Both of you be quiet and listen."

Shigaraki barked, lashing his quickly rising temper at the blue flame quirk user and blonde-haired teen after having enough of the bickering between the two.

He had turned the television back on just seconds ago where the screen displayed Principal Nezu, Aizawa, and Vlad dressed in suits as they briefly bowed their heads down towards the crowd of press reporting for the conference.

"We deeply apologize for the incident that allowed harm to come to 27 first years of the hero course because of our unpreparedness. We apologize for causing unease in society due to our negligence in properly defending ourselves as a place of learning."

The three pro heroes bow apologetically once more, followed by the clicking noises of cameras accompanied by the flash.

"We are truly sorry,"

"I'm from Yomiuri TV. Since the beginning of the year, U.A. High School students have had four encounters with villains. This time, there were even students injured. How do you explain to their families, and what are some specific countermeasures you are taking?" A male news reporter questioned the faculty.

"We will increase policing in the surrounding area, and review the security within the school, ensuring the students' safety with a strong position. That is what we told them."

The television screen soon flicked off once more as the blue-haired villain spun in his seat to face the abducted teacher and student.

"It's so strange...Why are the heroes being criticized? The way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark. Is it because it's their job to protect? Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they supposed to be perfect? Modern-day heroes are so uptight. Don't you two think so, Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N Dazai?"

"Once heroes receive compensation to protect people, they aren't heroes anymore. That is Stain's teaching."

Spinner had said while leaning against one of the walls of the hideout with his arms crossed over his chest.

"The strange system of transforming people's lives into money or glory... The society that sticks tight to those rules... The citizens who blame the losers rather than encourage them... Our fight is to question: What is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just? We'll have everyone thinking about it. We're planning on winning. You both like winning, too, right?"

Shigaraki questions the duo of teacher and student while faintly tilting his head to the side.

Bakugo lowered his head, his eyes shooting glares at the blue-haired villain.

"Dabi, release only his restraints for now. I believe Y/N still needs time to think things over. It will be a problem for us if we release her now and she refuses to join us." Shigaraki ordered as he lazily pointed a finger towards Bakugo.

He snuck a glimpse over at the brunette whose eyes were blocked from her bangs creating a curtain over the top of her face.

"Huh? This guy's gonna fight, you know." The black-haired villain commented.

"It's fine. We need to treat him like an equal since we're scouting him. Besides, you can tell if you'll win or not if you fight this situation, right, U.A. student?"

Bakugou remained as straight face as he could while the deadly threat the blue-haired villain taunted lingered in the air.

Dabi cautiously eyed the restrained teen before looking out towards the corner of his eyes in the direction of his comrade.

"Twice, you do it."

"What, me? No way." The male denied out of shock hearing Dabi ordering him to release the teen instead.

"Do it."

"Man..." Twice whined while slowly walking forward in the direction of the restrained teen.

"I do apologize for using such forceful methods. But please understand that we are not just a mob trying to commit crimes. We didn't kidnap you by accident." Mr. Compress explained to the young pro hero in training while Twice began to unlock the teenager from the chair along with removing the restraints encasing his hands.

"Even though our situations differ..."

Shigaraki rose out of his seat from the bar stool, leisurely stalking closer to the boy whose head was lowered as he rubbed the skin around his finally freed hands.

"Everyone here has been restricted and suffered because of people... rules... and heroes... I'm sure you also—"

Bakugo promptly kicked Twice in the face, effectively knocking the villain away from him as he then sprung at Shigaraki with his hand igniting his quirk. The blonde teen blasted the blue haired villain powerfully, the impact of his quirk hitting the older male caused the hand Shigaraki had placed over his face to topple down to the floor.

"Shigaraki!"

Bakugo's sudden attack tore Y/N out of her thoughts, her eyes widening slightly as the teen maneuvered his body in front of her still restrained self.

Discreetly placing his foot down over the keys Twice dropped when he received the blow to his face, hiding them from view of the villains.

"I listened quietly to all your endless talking... Idiots can't get to the point, so they're always talking for a long time. Basically, you mean "We wanna harass people, so please join us", right? Don't bother. I want to win like All Might. No matter what anyone says, that will never change!"

Bakugo's rage filled eyes then drifted onto Dabi.

"Regarding Dazai-sensei's past, Staples, she is now a changed woman. Using the what-ifs to sway her is a fucking joke, been a gimmick from the go. She is one of us so I suggest you back the fuck up or things will get even uglier than your face. That's a promise."

Bakugo growled while keeping his right arm bent, ready to defend himself and his teacher if he had to.

Shigaraki's head remained tilted in the initial position from being hit head-on with Bakugo's explosions, his red eyes staring down at the hand laying on the floor.

"Father..."

During the commotion, the television displayed the ongoing broadcast of the press conference with the three pro heroes once more indicating someone had switched the program back on.

"You spoke about the students' safety, Eraser Head. During the incident, it appears you urged them to fight. What was your intention behind this?" A middle-aged brown-haired male news reporter questions as he singled out the pro hero.

"I concluded that because we were unable to fully grasp the situation, it has to be done in order to avoid the worst possible outcome."

"What do you mean by "worst possible outcome"? You don't call 26 victims and two abducted the worst possible outcome?" The news reporter concedes back at Aizawa's response.

"The "worst outcome" I assumed in that situation was that the students would be at their wits' end and be killed."

"The gas attack accounts for most of the victims. We have determined that it was a sleeping gas from one of the enemies' Quirks. Thanks to the quick response of Ms. Kendo and Mr. Tetsutetsu, there were no serious injuries from that attack. In addition, we are providing mental care to the students, but at the moment, we do not see any signs of serious psychological trauma."

Principal Nezu adds to inform the media about the actions they have begun to take, however the male reporter was more than displeased.

"Are you saying that it was a bright spot in this tragedy?"

"We believe that the worse outcome is one that would have infringed on the future."

"Can you say the same for the kidnapped Bakugo?" The male reported jibed rudely.

"He enrolled at U.A. High with excellent marks and won the sports festival. In addition, during the incident with the sludge villain in middle school, he resisted the powerful villain alone, so he has a history of showing how tough and heroic he can be. On the other hand, the violence he showed in the finals and his attitude at the awards ceremony show that he is not always very stable mentally. What if the villains kidnapped him because they had an eye on that? Kidnapping him with deceitful words and dyeing him with the path of evil?

Then there's the case of Y/N Dazai, a very mysterious woman who miraculously was appointed to become an assistant teacher of Class 1-A near the end of the school year. Her past is incredibly private up until her admission into an organization named the Armed Detective Agency, followed by her appearance as a faculty member at U.A. My thoughts on why her history is so unknown to the public makes me speculate that she was involved in something extremely undermined prior. This information would be more than enough motive for the villains to get their hands on her. What evidence do you have for saying they have a future?"

An enraged Aizawa slowly emerged out of his seat, the male news reporter raised an eyebrow smugly watching the growing anger and frustration building up inside the underground pro hero.

Swallowing his pride alongside his fueling anger for the prodding reporter, the black-haired pro hero inclined his body into yet another bow.

"As an educator, I take full responsibility for Katsuki Bakugo's violent behavior. However, his actions at the sports festival originate in what he considers "ideal strength". He is trying harder than anyone in his pursuit of becoming the "top hero". As for Dazai, it is not my place to air her dirty laundry, nor is it yours to pry. Nevertheless, what I can say for certain is that she is striving to better herself, which she has done successfully in my eyes, regardless of the type of history she has. If the villains saw that and thought they had an opening, then I believe they are being short-sighted."

Aizawa finished with confidence beaming in his words as he addressed the media, knowing that somewhere that his missing student and his teaching partner were watching, listening to him.

"That is not evidence, though. This isn't a question of how you feel... I'm asking whether or not you have a concrete plan in place."

"We are not just standing around idly. We are currently investigating along with the police. We will definitely get our student and teacher back."

Bakugo released a small amused chuckle. "You said it, U.A. and Mr. Aizawa! That's how it is, you damn scum of a league!" The boy screamed in the villains' faces still hunched over standing in front of Y/N ready to attack, a lip curling smirk spreading across his face.

'They went through all that trouble to mount a huge attack, and all they got was me and Dazai-sensei. They even told us what they wanted. To them, we are important people that they can use. Since they're trying to turn us to their side, they won't try to kill us seriously. Before they change their minds, I'll take down two or three of them and escape quickly with Dazai-sensei!'

"Just so you know, I'm still allowed to fight!" Bakugo exclaimed fiercely.

"You know exactly what your position is, huh? What a smart boy!"

Dabi furrowed his eyebrows. "No, he's an idiot."

Behind the bar, Toga clapped her hands with an excited grin. "I'll stick you."

"Even if he wasn't going to join us, he should have pretended we were winning him over. He's done it now...A pity, however, we still have our chances with Dazai." Mr. Compress sighed in disappointment for Bakugo while placing his hands on his hips.

"I won't do something I don't want to even if I'm only faking it. And I don't wanna be in an annoying place like this for very long. Weren't you listening to me Masked Weirdo when I said Dazai-sensei was one of us? Touch her and I'll kill you!"

Shigaraki's fingers twitched before the blue-haired slightly raised his hand.

"Father..."

Y/N jostled in the chair restraining her. "Bakugo, let me out of here. Now!"

"Don't Tomura Shigaraki! Calm down!" Kurogiri exclaimed from behind the bar as his mist body began to alter.

The decay villain stuck his hand out in front of his comrades, halting them from moving.

"Don't touch him, any of you."

Shigaraki leaned forward to pick up the fallen hand off the ground.

"This guy...is a valuable piece."

Planting the dismembered hand back over his face the blue-haired villain directed his attention onto Bakugo.

"I wish you would've listened to me a little...I thought we could come to an understanding..."

"Come to an understanding? No way." The teen smirked slyly.

"Then I have no choice. The heroes said they're continuing their investigation of us... We don't have time to talk leisurely. Master..."

Shigaraki called out as he turned around to gaze at a separate television placed in the corner. Its screen only displaying the words 'SOUND ON' in bold letters.

"Lend me your power."

"Master...?" Y/N repeated, cocking her head somewhat to the side.

"You're not the boss around here? That's not funny!" Bakugo growled as he glared at the villains.

"Kurogiri, Compress, Dabi, make them go to sleep again."

"I can't believe he's such a bad listener. I'm almost impressed." Kurogiri announced as he and Dabi began making their way back over towards the student and teacher.

"If you want me to listen, then get on your knees and beg!" Bakugo screamed in defiance at the villains approaching him.

'I want to blow them up with my max firepower, but that warp bastard is in the way. Think... I need to make an opening somehow so I can uncuff Dazai-sensei and get to the back door...' The blonde glanced out the corner of his eyes to the door not far out of reach.

A sudden, unexpected knock rang out from the opposite side of the exact door causing Bakugo to stare in confusion, while on the other hand, the knock put the startled villains on high alert. Unintentionally, Y/N silently let out a heavy sigh.

'About time. Took them long enough. Any longer and I would've had to do something.'

"Hello, this is Plaza-La, Camino store."

Following a fleeting number of seconds, All Might burst through the wall Spinner stood nearby, throwing him forward.

"Smash!"

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"What the—?!"

"Kurogiri! Gate!" Shigaraki hastily ordered the mist villain. As Kurogiri's body started to morph to open a warp gate, Kamui Woods swoops in from behind All Might. Using his quirk, the pro hero shoots out wood from his left arm and quickly subdues the unexpecting villains.

"...Lacquered Chain Prison!"

Dabi arched an eyebrow in disbelief while lighting various parts of his body on fire in an attempt to burn the wooden restraints. "A tree? What the heck? "

While the blue flame villain was occupied with trying to free himself from Kamui Wood's Quirk, a blur shot into the room from the busted down wall.

The blur identifying as Gran Torino, knocks out the black-haired male with a fast, swift kick to the head. "Don't be impatient. It'd be in your best interests to stay put."

"Just what I'd expect from one of the most competent new heroes around, Kamui Woods! And the veteran faster than the eye can see, Gran Torino! You can't run anymore, League of Villains! Why...? Because we are here!" All Might exclaims.

"Right after that press conference...Don't tell me this was pre-arranged?" Mr. Compress pondered awkwardly angling his head in the pro heroes direction.

"No! No...!" Toga whines from behind the bar as the wooden restraints tightened around her body.

"Tree man! Stop pulling me! Push!" Twice shouts.

"When one is on the offensive is when one neglects defense most." Edge Shot states as he slips out from the cracks behind the door.

"We're not the only ones here from the Pizza-La Camino store." He continues, unlocking then opening the door revealing an army of heavily armed police.  "Outside, you're surrounded by skillful heroes, like Endeavor, and the police."

All Might rises to his feet, immediately looking over to the blonde-haired teen and brunette woman still restrained in her chair, with his signature wide smile plastered on his face.

"I'm sure you were scared...You did good bearing it. I'm sorry."  He praises the young teen's bravery as well as apologizing for being placed in the situation in the first place, the failure of not being able to protect one of his students truly was eating away at him.

Bakugo's bottom lip waivers, fighting to keep his tears back while the realization of being saved hit him like a train. "It's fine now, young man!"

"I-I wasn't scared! Not even close, damn it!" The explosive teen snaps; provoking both his teachers to chuckle.

"You acted how a true hero should, Bakugo. Standing your ground while protecting me, I'm proud of you." Y/N addressed from behind the boy who titled his head to glance back at the woman smiling warmly at him.

"Now that we are both safe, could you be a dear and release me? This is quite uncomfortable." The brunette-haired woman asks the teen as she sweat drops while adjusting her body in the chair.

"Oh." Bakugo lifted his foot off over the keys he used his body to hide them from the villains.

With the adrenaline rush and panic he was masking behind a brave face, he completely forgot that his teacher had yet to be released out of the restraints unlike him.

As Bakugo tended to the brunette-haired woman, Shigaraki shot death glares at the buff blonde pro hero that had busted down the wall. "After I went through all that trouble to prepare this... Why are you coming to me, you last boss?"

'Everyone's been restrained. We can't escape this easily. Damn it. It can't be helped. "We're not the only ones here." The same goes for us.'

"Kurogiri, bring as many as you can over!" Shigaraki shouted at his companion to warp their backup.

"Nomus, I presume?" All Might inquired smugly.

When not a single Nomu Shigaraki ordered the mist villain to warp over appeared, the blue-haired male directed his attention to the Warp Gate male.

"What's the matter, Kurogiri?"

"I'm sorry, Tomura Shigaraki. The Nomus that were supposed to be in a fixed location...are not there...!"

The student and teacher duo paused their actions, staring daggers down on Shigaraki. The newly freed Y/N however still had her hands incased in the titanium box that was quickly forgotten about for the time being as they listened in onto the conversation between All Might and the blue-haired villain whose eyes loathed the man standing next to Bakugo, wrapping his arm around the teenager's shoulder.

"You are still green, Shigaraki!"

"Huh?"

"League of Villains, you underestimated everything too much... The soul of a young man... The diligent investigation of the police...And...Our anger! That's enough with the childish pranks. This is the end. Tomura Shigaraki!"

The blue-haired male glared at the pro hero from behind the hand covering his face, feeling his blood boiling in uncontrollable anger towards the male.

"The end, you say? Don't be ridiculous. I've only just begun."

The young villain struggled although eventually made his way back up to his feet.

"Justice...peace... I'll destroy this garbage heap that you put a lid on with such vague ideas! It was for that purpose that I set All Might apart and started gathering people for my cause... Don't be ridiculous. This is just the beginning...Kurogiri!"

Using his Quirk, Edge Shot pierces through Kurogiri's body and knocks the villain out, making the male slump onto the bar tabletop.

"No, stop! I couldn't see anything! What, did you kill him?" Mange asks the pro heroes in a confused panic, looking wildly around as best as she could while sitting on the floor in the wooden restraints.

"I played around with his insides and made him unconscious. He is not dead. This man was always a nuisance. I'll have him sleep." Edge Shot explained while taking a glimpse back at the villain he had just knocked out.

"Didn't I tell you earlier that it'd be in your best interests to stay put? Kenji Hikiishi, Atsuhiro Sako, Shuichi Iguchi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara. With little information and time, the police officers worked through the night to determine your true identities. Do you understand? There is nowhere left for you to run."

Gran Torino looked into the villains' eyes as he listed off their true names, once he was finished, he cut his gaze onto the blue-haired leader.

"Hey Shigaraki, can I ask where your boss is?"

Upon hearing the older pro hero's question, the decay villain is prompted to recall the time when his master first found him.

"No one came to save you, huh? It must've been hard, huh, Tenko Shimura? "Heroes..." "Eventually, the heroes will..." Everyone thought that and pretended not to see you, huh? Just who made this world into what it is?" All for One questioned the young Tenko he had stumbled upon, reaching his hand out for the boy to take.

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's fine. I'm here for you."

'This... This is...unsatisfying...'

"Don't be ridiculous...Don't be ridiculous..." The blue-haired male repeated, his voice becoming more and more shaky as his eyes behind the hand on his face grew psychotic.

"Where is he right now?" All Might demands sternly.

"Go away... Disappear..."

The muscular blonde pro hero frowned when he didn't receive an answer from the blue-haired villain regarding his mater's whereabouts. "Shigaraki!"

"I hate you!"  The decay villain shouted back, instantaneously multiple mysterious black portals suddenly open up throughout the entire hideout, the portals transferring an army of Nomus through them.

"Nomus?! They came from nowhere! What is that?!" Kamui Woods exclaims out of shock referring to the mysterious portals that had brought the Nomus to them.

"Edge Shot, what about Kurogiri?!" Gran Tornio questions the ninja hero who looked back down at the unresponsive body of the mist villain.

"He's still unconscious! He didn't do it!"

"They just keep coming!"

Y/N nudged Bakugo, swaying the titanium box that still held her hands captive. "Get me out of this damn thing."

"Kamui Woods! Do not let them go under any circumstance!" All Might commanded pointing a finger at the hero in question.

"Yes, sir!"

Just as Bakugo started to unlock Y/N's hands from the box, the same mysterious black portals spewed out both their mouths, swallowing up the bodies of the student and teacher duo.

"What the—?!"

By the time All Might had realized what the portals were doing, it was already too late for him to stop it.

"Young Bakugo! Dazai!"

He attempts to wrap his arms around the two, but the portals disintegrate before he could. The teenager and the woman he had grown to befriend that were standing at his side just moments ago, disappeared right in front of him.

"Noooo!"

"Endeavor, we need backup!" Kamui Woods shouts back to the flame hero but feels his eyes growing wide when he notices that the police as well as Endeavor are also surrounded by the Nomus emerging out of the black portals.

"What?!"

Down on the ground, Endeavor fires his quirk at one of the Nomus. "Tsukauchi, expand the evacuation area!"

"There should be two hideouts...That's what our investigation results said..."

Tsukauchi attempts to contact one of the fellow pro heroes whose role was to take out the separate hideout containing the numerous Nomus.

"Jeanist, didn't you take control over there?"

No response. Tsukauchi tries to make contact with the pro hero once again.

"Jeanist?!"

Back inside the villains' hideout, Gran Torino kicks at the back of a Nomu; landing over by All Might.

"Toshinori, these guys..."

"They shouldn't have been able to warp... They're dealing with this too quickly...!"

The villains' hideout was utterly consumed in chaos, standing in the middle of dust clouds and large mysterious warp gates, Shigaraki comes to the realization of who is behind it all.

"Master..."

The same portals that had abducted Y/N and Bakugo right in front of All Might's eyes also started to swallow up the villains that were restrained in Kamui's quirk.

"Oh, no! Everyone's going to be taken away!" Gran Tornio announces as he bounds towards the vanishing villains.

"Damn it! Take me with you, Shigaraki!" All Might bellowed while dashing for the blue-haired male.

In a similar way of his attempt of trying to stop Y/N and Bakugo from disappearing in the black portals, All Might reached out to grab the blue- haired villain, however the portal quickly vanished into thin air for a second time. The remaining villains in the hideout followed suit, disappearing into the black portals.

"I-I'm sorry, everyone!" Kamui Woods apologized as the pro heroes watched hopelessly as the villains escaped to an unknown location.

"It wasn't your fault! We were also unable to do anything!" Edgeshot proclaims as he dodged a punch from a Nomu, using his quirk to knock the creature out.

"We thought Kurogiri's Warp was more like teleportation rather than one that opened a path in space."

"All Might!" Gran Torino yelled as several Nomus leaped into the air and pounced onto the muscular pro hero.

"Oklahoma Smash!" This attack repels all of the Nomus that were transported inside the hideout, causing the creatures to bust through the walls and ceiling to land on the concrete outside where the police continuously shot at the creatures however the bullets didn't effective the Nomus at all.

"You monsters...!"

Endeavor incinerates the Nomus that were moving slowly towards the police with ease before he runs onto attack a separate group of Nomus. "These guys... Did they come from over there?"

"I can't get a hold of Jeanist and the others! It's possible that we failed on the Nomu factory side!" Tsukauchi informs the flame hero while he incinerated another Nomu.

"What a mess!" The pro hero comments back.

"Endeavor!"

"Huh?"

The male tosses the Nomu he burned to the side as he looks up at the building where All Might stands coughing lightly into his fist, gazing down at him from out of the busted down wall.

"Are you all right?"

"What're you looking at to ask a question like that? Even though you're at the top, will you need bifocals soon?"

The flame hero turns on his heel, aiming his arm up he burns up two Nomus that were sneaking up behind him. "If you're gonna go, then hurry up and go!"

All Might wiped his hand against his mouth. "Yeah. I'll leave it to you."

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Slow, malicious clapping sounded out in the night. Mt. Lady, Gang Orca, Tiger, and Best Jeanist were all laid out on the ground either knocked out or too injured to move as the clapping approached closer.

"As expected of the number four hero, Best Jeanist. I thought I'd blown everyone away. To be able to manipulate everyone's clothes and pull them to the side in an instant... That quick decision-making...and skill... You must have nerves of steel." All for One commends the pro hero who stared fearfully back at the levitating villain, his breath becoming heavy and labored.

'This man...'

"The League likely... no definitely has a brain behind it. And his strength is comparable to All Might's. Despite that, he's crafty and cautious. If he doesn't feel like his safety is guaranteed, he will not show himself. This time, I'd like to take care of Shigaraki and the others' capture and arrest as quickly as possible."

The meeting with the police discussing the plans to raid the League of Villains' hideout as well as their Nomu factory in order to save the student and teacher who were kidnapped played over in the pro hero's mind.

"This isn't what I was told..." Jeanist used his quirk on his hero costume to help him sit up a bit. "But so what...? A top hero... doesn't use that as an excuse for failure—" The injured pro hero tries to attack the villain but his efforts are in vain as All for One retaliates with a powerful gust of wind, puncturing a gaping into the lower abdomen of the hero.

"I see... This is strength from a huge amount of practice and practical experience." The villain remarks as he pointed a finger at the pro hero he had gravely injured even further.

"I don't need yours... It's a Quirk that doesn't go with Tomura's disposition."

Hidden from view behind a destroyed part of a building, five U.A. students cowered in fear, being deadly silent.

Holding their breath as they all trembled, afraid that even the slightest noise from them would make the villain aware of their presence.

'What's with this guy? What just happened?' Todoroki pondered to himself while sneaking a glimpse from the corner of his eye.

'He erased them all in an instant!' Kirishima internally screamed while his face remained agape at what he and his classmates had just witnessed the villain do to strong pro heroes.

'We must run...! I know this, but...' Momo's panic fueled thoughts trailed off.

'I'm so scared, my body... my body...won't move... What...in the world...was that...?!' All five of the U.A. students unconsciously wrapped their arms around their abdomens; hoping to comfort themselves somehow while they continued to tremble in fright.

A noise breaks the silence followed by the sound of two people coughing.

"Damn it... the hell...?!"

"If you're going to wrap someone against their will... you might want to try a different approach than having black sludge spluttering out their mouth. Just a thought."

'Kacchan and Dazai-sensei!' Three of the students grit their teeth anxiously upon hearing the familiar voices of their abducted classmate and teacher.

"Sorry, Bakugo, Dazai." All for One expressed, his so-called "apology" not sounding anywhere close to sincere.

"Huh?!" The two rasp out after a brief moment of constant coughing, sweat dripping down Bakugo's face heavily.

The sound of the black portals surrounded the two, looking around them, Y/N and Bakugo noticed the villains appearing out of the portals in a similar fashion as they did.

Spinner winding up on hands and knees stuck out his tongue in disgust. Toga covered up her mouth and nose with her hand. "What the...?"

Twice sat straight up from the ground, "Something stinks!"

"Smells good!"

"Master..." Shigaraki calls out to the villain who had transported him along with his companions and the kidnaped duo out of the hideout.

"You failed again, huh, Tomura? But do not be discouraged. Just try again. I have brought your associates back as well. Even this child. Because you judged that he was an important piece. I believe that the woman on the other hand..." The villain trailed, turning his head slightly towards Y/N as he walked closer to his disciple.

"Is more of worth than the boy is..."

Y/N's jaw flexed from the action of gnashing her teeth together. 'This faceless freak.'

"Do it over as many times as you need to. That is why I am here. It's all for you.

'Speaking about me like I'm some sort of tool to be used. Like I haven't already been through that before. I don't like this guy; he is certainly dangerous.'

Y/N glances from villain to villain surrounding herself and the blonde teen.

'The chances that they will twiddle their thumbs and give Bakugo the slim opportunity of getting this box off of me are next to zero. He has got to hold out on his own for now at least.'

"You're here, after all, aren't you...?" All for One asks out loud, striking fear into the heart of the students hiding behind the wall believing that he had known they were there all along.

Coming to find out, much to the U.A. students' temporary relief, the villain was referring to All Might. The pro hero soared through the air of the night sky at full speed, bringing his arm back All Might aimed a powerful punch at the villain, who stopped the attack with his bare hand.

"I'll have you return everything, All for One!"

"Will you kill me again, All Might?"

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A ruthless blast of wind stirred up from All Might assailing towards All for One, forced the villains as well as the duo of Y/N and Bakugo backwards.

"You're pretty late. It's a little more than five kilometers from the bar to here. It was easily thirty seconds after I sent the Nomus before you arrived. You've gotten weaker, All Might." All for One taunted the pro hero as he rotated his wrist.

"What about you? What's with that industrial mask you've got on? Aren't you overexerting yourself?" All Might resorted scrutinizing the skull-like gas mask with angular tubes at the top adorned by a wide collar-like life support system around his neck.

Bakugo laid sprawled on his stomach, his fingernails digging harshly into the ground below to help keep him steady while in the process of keeping a tenacious grip onto Y/N's bicep with his free hand as the blonde-haired teen leered at the formidable villain.

'He held All Might back with his bare hands! This guy's the villains' boss!'

"I won't make the same mistake as I did six years ago, All for One! I will take both Young Bakugo and Dazai back! And this time, I will throw you in prison for sure! And all of the League of Villains you control with you!" The pro hero proclaims with promising intent as he charges at his ultimate rival.

The villain lifted his arm as it began to swell up with power to retaliate.

"There's so to do, it'll be tough...for both of us." The villain repels All Might back forcefully flinging the muscular pro hero into part of a destroyed building structure.

Thus, making the building collapse into a pile of broken rubble along with various surrounding buildings. Resulting in multiple dust clouds rising up from the battlefield.

"Air Cannon plus Springlike Limbs, Kinetic Booster times four, Strength Enhancer times three. This combination is fun. Maybe I'll try to add a few more enhancer-types." All for One gloated as he gazed down at this palm.

When the dust finished settling, the teacher and student duo who had now regained the balance to stand back up on their feet, released a loud gasp as they laid their eyes on the carnage the villain laid waste to on All Might. A substantial portion of buildings had been leveled down to ground zero in a matter of mere seconds.

"All Might!"

"Even without your worry, he won't die from something like that. So run away from here, Tomura. Take the woman and that child with you."

All for One instructs the blue-haired villain as he generated black tendrils that had bright red prominent cracked lines, that extended from his fingers and effortlessly pierced into the unconscious body of Kurogiri.

"Kurogiri, get everyone away from here."

Magne abruptly intervened throughout the time Kurogiri's body started to spasm and jerk uncontrollably.

"Hey, wait! He was defeated and is now unconscious! I'm not sure what's going on, but if you can use Warp, then you should be able to get us away!"

"I just got mine, Magne. On top of only being able to transport short distances, unlike his coordinate transport, I can only bring people to me or away from me and I can only send them away to someone I am very familiar with. So I'll have Kurogiri do it."

The misty appearance of the unconscious villain morphed without the will of Kurogiri himself followed by a large warp gate manifesting for the villains' escape.

"Forcible Quirk Activation! Now, go!" All for One urged the blue haired villain to escape once more.

"What about you...?" Shigaraki questioned back modesty, concern lacing his tone.

Before he could receive any sort of answer from his master, a loud boom erupted out from the distance where All Might had been blasted momentarily.

The pro hero launched himself into the air and soared back towards All for One, bellowing out an angry yell as he did so.

All for One's feet briskly lifted off the ground as he made himself levitate into the air. "Think constantly, Tomura. You still have much more room to grow!"

"I won't let you get away!" All Might roared, his tightly clenched fist aimed a punch for the villain but fell just short as All for One stopped the pro hero with his bare hand as he had done before, the air pressure from the two rivals colliding blew little bits of rubble around.

"Master..."

"Let's go, Shigaraki!" Mr. Compress called out to his leader in the act of bending down next to Dabi's knocked out form to seal him into one of his marbles for easier transportation.

"While that pipe mask is holding All Might back! Get your pieces!"

Y/N and Bakugo glanced from villain to villain surrounding them, Y/N bit back a frustrated growl that rumbled in the back as her throat, 'They are more desperate now compared to how they were before. They won't hesitate to take us by force.'

Y/N's gaze drifted over to the busted down concrete wall, where she barely caught sight of familiar tuffs of green hair discreetly sticking out.

It was obvious to her that the villains were unaware of the additional company lingering around, luckily for them.

'It's no wonder why Shouta calls him the Problem Child. Letting his emotions take control of his actions is only going to get him in deep trouble, that also applies to the others who are with him. I hope you kids know what you are doing...'

Bakugo shifted his body into a crouch preparing to defend as much as he could. "Make sure you keep up with me, sensei."

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes in response at the blonde-haired teen, disregarding the fact for now that she had caught multiple of her students in an area where they shouldn't be.

Not wanting to blow their cover or put them in any more danger.

"Don't worry Firecracker, I'm more than capable of keeping up."

"What a pain...!" Bakugo groaned as he forced a determined smirk onto his face while glaring at the villains.

Noticing the growing predicament for the teacher and student duo from out of the corner of his eye, All Might attempted to dash over towards the two.

"Young Bakugo! Dazai!"

All for One was quick to stop the pro hero from interfering by trying to attack the muscular hero with his Rivet Stab.

Midoriya peeked around the busted wall watching anxiously as All Might had his hands full while trying to keep Bakugo and Dazai safe all the while fighting off All for One.

The green-haired teen also took immediate note of the contraption encasing Y/N's hands, rendering her unable to use her ability on the villains; though that wasn't going to stop the brunette from using the restraints on her hands as a weapon to wail on the villains should they get close enough.

'All Might! All for One's in the way, so he can't save Kacchan or Dazai-sensei! The League is trying to escape in that opening with the two of them! That box locked on Dazai-sensei's hands must be preventing her from using her ability, which means Kacchan is left to defend all by himself. They're surrounded and can't run!'

Y/N used her body to shove Bakugo away from the measuring tape that belonged to Twice; racing for Bakugo's neck.

The teen used his quirk to evade the masked villain only to come face to face with Toga swinging her knife aiming for his face that he luckily also dodged.

"Bakugo, we gotta scatter!"

"Huh?!" The teen growled out, breathing too heavily for Y/N's liking as he arched a questioning eyebrow at his teacher like she had spoken to him in a foreign language; finally managing to create a small bit of distance.

"You've done a good job at keeping them at bay so, that being said however, you can't keep playing offensive for yourself and trying to defend me too. Your mind's all over the place, you'll burn yourself out sooner than you realize."

"Did you forget somewhere in that twisted brain of yours that you are practically powerless right now?! We can't politely ask villains for a timeout so I can take the restraints off your hands. Do you want to be a sitting duck?!"

Y/N flashed the teen a comforting grin.

"Just trust me, it will be fine."

Bakugo eyed her wearily before huffing in defeated agreement. "Fine. Don't you dare get yourself abducted again or I'll kill you. Former Mafia member or whatever you are, you don't scare me."

The brunette chuckled humorously, if her hands were free, she would have ruffled his spiky hair.

Thinking that the two were too wrapped up in their short conversation, Mr. Compress dashed from behind the brunette and blonde, extending his arm out to touch either of the two. 

Acting on quick reflexes Bakugo blasted an explosion near the villain's face to disorientate him allowing Y/N to sidestep the magician villain while Bakugo propelled himself back with another explosion.

'Can't let that damn mask lay a finger on us!'

"I'm coming for you!" All Might shouted as he started to dash over to assist the teen and brunette.

"I don't think so, because I am here."

All for One menacingly mocked the pro hero's famous catchphrase as he struck All Might in the back using his Rivet Stab then flinging the muscular male back, send him crashing into yet another building.

'All Might, Dazai-sensei and Kacchan are in such trouble...But...'

The green-haired teen harshly clenched his teeth in dismay. Recalling the warning he, Todoroki, and Iida all received when they were recovering in the hospital after sustaining injuries dealt to them by Stain while encountering him in Hosu City.

Various flashbacks of the students discussing how they could save the abducted Bakugo and Y/N by themselves replayed in their minds, as did their friends' disagreeable comments about the plan.

'We are... We are not allowed to fight! At least ...where is there an opening?'

Midoriya glimpsed back over his shoulder, feeling his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands in frustration and worry once he caught sight of Bakugo and Y/N standing back-to-back as the villains closed in on them.

'Just an instant is enough! Is there any way we can save them? If we save them both, then All Might can use his power to the fullest! Where? Where is that route...? Where? There has to be one...'

The teenager's eyes widened as he released a shaky gasp, remembering how All Might had made his entrance to the battlefield.

'An opening!'

Midoriya hastily snapped his neck towards his friends. "Iida, everyone!"

"You can't, Midoriya!" Iida whispered-yelled harshly in response as he held the green-haired teen and Todoroki in an iron tight grip.

"No, there's a way! A way that won't involve fighting that will let us leave this place, but still save Kacchan and Dazai-sensei!"

Todoroki stared intently at Midoriya, a cold sweat dripping down the side of his face.

"Let's hear it."

"But this plan also depends on Kacchan... I don't think my plan will succeed if I do it. That's why, Kirishima, you're the key to increasing the success rate!" Midoriya informed as he started to explain his strategy for the rescue.

"Give is more details, Midoriya." 

"Right. This is my plan. First, we'll propel ourselves with my Quirk and Iida's Recipro. Then, with Kirishima's Hardening...we'll break through the wall! The second it opens up; I want Todoroki to make a path of ice for us. One that'll go as high as possible. And we'll cross the battlefield at a height they can't reach. The villains' boss is holding All Might back. That means that the reverse is also true! So then, the rest is up to you, Kirishima. As for saving Dazai-sensei, it will be all about stealth on her part...."

Midoriya's green eyes flicker over onto Momo, "Do you think you can create a smoke bomb of some sort? My idea is to have you throw it at the same time Todoroki makes the ice path, that way, while the villains are distracted by us the opportunity will present itself for her to sneak off using the smoke as cover and escape."

The black-haired girl nods her head confidently. 

"Leave it to me."

"Another factor we have to take into consideration is that Dazai-sensei and Kacchan are on guard against the enemy, fighting from a distance. We need to do this at a time when they are a certain distance away from the enemy." At the same time Midoriya finished sharing his game plan, Iida took a moment to mull the strategy over.

"It's a gamble, but considering the situation, there isn't much risk to us. More importantly, if we succeed, it'll change the tide of the fight for the better."

Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Momo all eagerly gaze at Iida, waiting to hear what his final decision would be.

"Let's do it."

Time seemed to come to a standstill within the next few minutes. Just like the students had discussed, using a combination of their quirks they break through the wall they were once hiding behind.

The thunderous boom caused by the wall caving instantly drew attention away from Y/N and Bakugo.

Dark gray smoke congested the air during which time an immense icy ramp formed into a point, high out of reach above the villains.

Streaking over the edge of the ice ramp, the three UA students soared through the night sky, it was at this time that Y/N slinked into the cover of the smoke, fully confident that the blonde-haired teen would be able to escape safely.

Weaving her way expertly around the bodies of the distracted villains, Y/N smiled to herself upon the moment she heard Kirishima beckoning for his friend, followed by the sound of Bakugo propelling himself into safety.

Stealthfully, the woman round the corner of the destroyed wall the two remaining students hid behind as they observed their fellow classmates escaping with Bakugo.

The students appeared to look relieved that their plan to save both their classmate and teacher succeeded.

"Long time no see. I would love to chat but that can wait, this is our chance. Let's go!" Y/N spoke lowly although loud enough for Todoroki and Momo to understand her clearly.

"Right!"

The villains failed to notice that Y/N had fled, even as the dark gray smoke dispersed. Their sole focus was locked onto the group of teenage boys rocketing through the night.

"You show up everywhere!" Shigaraki rasped out as his entire body shook in anger.

"Seriously? Jeez!" All Might remarked feeling stupefied that his successor once again put himself in a situation he had no business being in the first place.

Knowing that he as well the others are bound to suffer the consequences.

"Guys, it seems like Dazai gave us the slip!" Twice shouted out to his companions as he finally realized that the brunette-haired woman was nowhere in sight.

"Damnit! Don't let them get away! Where are the long-distance fighters?" Mr. Compress asked as he gazed up at the escaping UA students.

"Dabi and Kurogiri! They are both down!" Spinner replied gnashing his teeth together.

Hastily, Magne walked over towards the two men. "You two, get close!"

Using her Quirk: Magnetism, she propels Mr. Compress into the sky in pursuit of the fleeing kids.

"Repulsion Breakup...Moonlight Filt Cannon!"

"Titan Cliff!"

Using the last bit of her strength she had stored up, Mt. Lady utilizes her quirk to grow in size to intercept the villain who rams into her nose face first, effectively knocking out both the pro hero and pair of mid-flight villains.

"Mt. Lady!" Midoriya cried out in surprise.

"Prioritize...the rescue...! Go...Stupid kids...!"

The pro hero collapsed back onto the ground with a thundering boom, Magne then tried to rally another male companion to try another attempt.

"We can still make it! Let's do it agai—"

Twice and Spinner begin to run towards Mange so she could use her quirk on them like she had done with Mr. Compress.

However, before the villains could muster a second attempt, Gran Torino swiftly lands kicks to the side of the villains' head, quickly shutting them all down.

"You're too slow!" All Might snapped at the older male.

"You're too fast!" Gran Torino countered, looking over his shoulder at the muscular pro hero.

"Hey, that Midoriya's really turning out to more and more like you. In a bad way!"

"After that experience at Hosu, I didn't think he would come to the battlefield. Teenagers...!"

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"Midoriya, are you okay over there?" Todoroki questioned his friend over the phone will he along with Momo flanked the sides of Y/N as they walked through the streets of Kamino.

"Yeah! How about you guys? Were you able to make a clean escape with Dazai-sensei?"

"I think so. We escaped from behind once Dazai-sensei managed to sneak away. The pros are giving us evacuation instructions."

Y/N tuned out the rest of the conversation as she glared daggers at the uncomfortable titanium box still restricting her hands. Her gaze darting over to the black-haired heroine in training, a smile playing on the corner of her lips.

"Momo, would you do your sensei a favor? ~"

"Eh...oh uh, of course."

"Great! Now what I want you to do is to reach inside my coat pocket, there will be a set of keys. Pull them out and unlock this damn forsaken box from my hands."

Momo swallowed the lump in her throat before she apprehensively stuck her hand into Y/N trench coat pocket. Her fingertips brushed against the cool feel of the metal of the keys as she gripped the object and proceeded to pull the keys out in hand.

"How did these keys manage to get inside your pocket...?" The black-haired girl pondered in confusion all the while sticking the key into the lock and twisting it.

The box immediately opened up, falling to the ground with a soft thud once freed; Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed at her wrists.

"Bakugo slipped the keys in my pocket without the villains noticing after we were warped over to the battlefield. I could have figured out a way out on my own, but Bakugo was playing the part of a hero so bravely; who am I to deprive a sense of accomplishment from one of my students in a stressful situation?"

Y/N placed her hands on top of both her students' heads, softly ruffling their hair.

"He will never openly admit it, but I know he is grateful that you all showed up to help us escape when you did, as am I. That was very heroic of you even though you were terrified, you've all done good. Nevertheless..."

Y/N retracted her hands from Momo's and Todoroki's hair to stuff her hands into her coat pockets.

"As your teacher, I have to warn you that there will be serious repercussions for your actions tonight."

"We know."  They mutter quietly at the same time.

The trio fell silent along with the extensive crowd as they all fixed their gaze onto the live broadcast of All for One and All Might brawling it out in the middle of Kamino Ward.

"This scene looks like it's straight out of a nightmare! In an instant, half of Kamino Ward has been destroyed! Currently, All Might is fighting the villain thought to be the ringleader!" 

The live broadcast reporter exclaimed from within the helicopter that was directly above the carnage.

"I can't believe it! There's just one villain! He's destroyed the city and is more than holding his own against the Symbol of Peace!"

Down on the ground, All Might coughed into his hand then lifted his head up to glare at his arch enemy.

"I'm a little conflicted... The trust in heroes that Tomura steadily chipped away at... I wonder if it's okay for me to land the decisive blow... But you know, All Might, as much as you hate me, I hate you in the same way. I killed your master, but you took away the things I built up, too, right? That's why I want you to die the ugliest and most gruesome death possible!"

All for One monologues as his left arm begins to swell up with the intention of landing a powerful air cannon attack.

"A big one's coming! Dodge it and counterattack!" Gran Torino orders All Might to evade while jumping back himself.

"Is it enough to just dodge?" All for One taunts as he aimed his arm behind the muscular pro hero, where a nearby civilian lay trapped underneath debris.

"I will steal away the things you protected until now."  The villain unleashes the ruthless attack, the blast caused Gran Torino to be knocked back as bits of rubble blew past him. All Might stands his ground in order to defend the trapped civilian, taking the brunt of All for One's attack.

Once the dust provoked by the air cannon attack settles, the weakened form of the well-known beloved number one hero remains in place.

Revealed to the public for the first time ever.

"First, your self-respect you kept even with your injury. Show the world your pathetic form, "Symbol of Peace"."

Chapter Text

Days drone on following the brawl between All for One and All Might. It was a brutal free-for-all battle that ended up with the blonde-haired pro hero standing wounded and plainly weakened, though victorious.

"Next, it's your turn."

Was All Might's cryptic message before he officially slipped into retirement from being a pro hero, while maintaining his status as a teacher at U.A. While the public didn't spare a second thought about the former pro hero's words as he pointed a finger straight in the direction of the camera broadcasting him.

A certain brunette knew better, she knew that there was a deeper meaning to what he said. He was talking directly to someone.

Today she stood shoulder to shoulder with Aizawa inside Principal Nezu's office along with Blood Vlad and All Might.

"Thank you, All Might. For a long time, you sacrificed your body to save thousands. As a citizen, a hero, and the principal, I cannot thank you enough. However, there are many who do not believe you should continue your work as a teacher at U.A.

"This was all because All Might started working at U.A." "Won't the children be caught up again now that he cannot fight anymore?" Everyone's uneasy. That's why this time, we must be stronger, the faith in the heroes you have passed the torch on to. However, the threat is still there. We must protect and train with more strength than before. That is why we will proceed to implement a plan that I've had in mind for a while."

Nezu placed his paw down on documents that he then slid to the edge of his desk for the teachers to see.

Printed in bold letters at the top of the documents were the words 'Notice of the Introduction of the U.A. All-Dorm System'

"I'm counting on you all to visit the families."

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"That's not very rockin'. Even if it didn't turn out to be anything serious, to announce that you're going to move to an all-dorm system like nothing happened after my only daughter was injuried..." Kyotoku Jiro states as he stares down the two teachers, Aizawa and All Might sitting on the sofa adjacent to him in his household.

"What you are saying is quite right. However. we took another look at the pride and negligence that grew without our realizing it and thought about what we could do." Aizawa shifted his gaze to the floor respectfully.

"Will you leave it to us just this once? We will definitely raise Kyoka to be a fine hero."

"Oh, Mr. Aizawa, you don't have to bow! We'd already decided what to do after we got the notice in the mail." Kyoka informed while she walked into the room carrying two glasses of a cold beverage on a tray.

"When this old man saw All Might's fight, I heard he said...'I can't believe my daughter's being taught by someone so rockin'!' ...and cried!" She finished, smiling warmly at her two teachers.

"Kyoka, stop! I was trying to act like a strict dad!"

"Shut up, old man!"

"Stop it, you two. We're not at a loud punk concert."

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The two teachers sat awkwardly in silence while the car drove them to the next destinated family they needed to discuss with after successfully getting permission from Jiro's parents to let her move into the school dorms.

"I was prepared to face more criticism." Aizawa admitted, placing his right hand on the nape of his neck while directing his eyes towards the car window. "I'll buy you a drink."

All Might chuckled lightly allowing a small halfhearted grin to form on his face. " Oh, stop. That's not like you. I can't drink, anyway, and the next family... probably won't be that easy.

Y/N is most likely waiting on us. Has she opened up to you about what all had occurred to her and Bakugo during the time they were at the League's hideout?"

The Eraser Hero sighed heavily. "No, she hasn't. She has been like the kidnapping didn't even happen. All snarky and annoying like she always is. I'll get a proper explanation out of her one way or another. Even if I have to force it."

"Sounds like you got your work cut out for you."

"Don't remind me." Aizawa growled, feeling the effects of a headache beginning to form by just the thought of having extract some sort of report from the strong-willed though stubborn brunette.

The rest of the car ride to the next family was left in comfortable silence, within ten minutes they had arrived at their destination.

Y/N, not have noticed that the two men she was waiting for had pulled up, was leaning against the exterior of the house with her arms crossed with her eyes closed as she hummed softly to herself.

She was in her own little world until the gruff voice of her black-haired partner drug her back to reality.

"You know, you could have gone inside to warm up the parents to the idea a little bit while you were waiting for us to arrive instead of standing outside of their door."

Y/N's mahogany's eyes cracked open to bore into Aizawa's annoyed gaze.

"Hmm, where is the fun in that? Besides, I had only just arrived myself."

"You expect me to believe that?" Aizawa arched an eyebrow as he and All Might strolled closer to the door that Y/N stood next to.

Y/N unfolded her arms as she pushed herself off the structure of the house. Smirking, she placed one of her hands on Aizawa's shoulder while her other hand rested on his chest.

The unexpected feeling of Y/N's hands touching him caused the black-haired male to stiffen immediately. Y/N's smirk broadened at Aizawa's reaction.

The brunette leaned close into the male's personal space "You don't have a choice." She whispered against the shell of Aizawa's ear.

Just as quick as she was to put her hands on Aizawa, Y/N swiftly pulled away from the black-haired teacher whose eyes trailed after her every movement.

"Well, let's get this over with, yeah?"

...

It didn't take long for the trio of teachers to be invited into the Bakugo residence, occupying a seat across from the parents of the feisty blonde-haired student who had been abducted.

Mitsuki grinned at the teachers as she delivered a slap to the back of her son's head.

"Oh, sure. I'm counting on you!"

"Don't hit me, old lady! I'll kill you!" Bakugo hollered in anger as his mother only to receive another slap to the back of his head from the woman.

"Shut up! It's your fault to begin with for being so weak! You got caught, and now you're causing everyone trouble!"

Sensing the rising tension, Masaru tried meekly to settle down the two hot-headed blondes.

"You two...stop it... You're startling the teachers...."

"Shut up, damn old man! Don't butt in!" Bakugo screamed in response to his father.

"You're the one who should shut up! If you're going to talk, then speak clearly!" Mitsuki yelled back, raising her hands to pinch at her son's cheeks.

Y/N watched the mother and son duo in amusement while Aizawa's mind was still reeling from the brunette's performance earlier leaving All Might to stare at the family with blank eyes.

"Um, is it really alright?" Aizawa asked, bringing Mitsuki's attention back onto the teachers, slapping Bakugo on the back of his head once more while pressing his head down to appear like a bow.

"Hm? Oh, the dorm, right? We'd actually be grateful. Katsuki's reckless and really good at everything, and he was blessed with a good Quirk, too, so he had other people fawning over him all the time and ended up like this."

Mitsuki explained, removing her hand from the back of Bakugo's head while glancing over at her son who lifted had lifted up his head a bit to glare at his mother.

"He kept getting praised for shallow stuff. That's why I was really happy to hear what you said at the press conference. Yeah, it made me think that this school was really watching him carefully. I was worried for a while and wasn't sure how it would turn out, but he's safe and sound now, so... You might face some harsh criticism for a while, but I trust you guys and will leave him to you."

Mitsuki's hand rose back up to Bakugo's head to ruffle his spiky locks, "Right?" She glanced over to her husband who smiled fondly back at her.

"Yeah."

The Bakugo family bowed their heads with the exception of Katsuki due to his mother pushing down his head for him, "He's a hopeless guy, but please train him hard and make him a good hero."

All Might nudged Aizawa with his uninjured arm, causing the black-haired male to look over.

"Shall I buy you a drink?" The former pro hero muttered with a small closed eyed smile.

"Oh, Dazai-san." Mitsuki lifted her head to lock eyes with the brunette. "How have you been since the incident? I imagine that it must have been hectic."

Y/N smiled waving her hand dismissively. "Thanks for the concern but I'm quite alright. I let myself be kidnapped."

There was a pregnant pause, no one moved. The silence in the room was nearly deafening in a way. All pairs of eyes glued themselves onto Y/N's happily smiling face.

"Y-You let it happen?" Masaru stuttered out of surprise.

"That's right, I allowed myself to be taken. Back then, I was triple teamed. I could have easily fought back and won if I really wanted to, but once it came to my attention that I wasn't the only one being targeted I wanted to know what exactly the villain's stood to gain by their kidnapping attempt. So, in short, I let them think they had the upper hand with outnumbering me. Something was injected in my bloodstream and the next thing I remember was waking up, restrained in a chair with that god awful box around my hands. That was a pain to deal with after a while."

Aizawa gawked at the brunette, unsure of what emotion he should be feeling at her confession.

Frustration that she willingly allowed herself to be taken by villains?

Comfort and relief that she practically gave herself on a silver platter with no sign of resistance to the villains just to keep an eye on Bakugo?

Or rage because she was too stubborn to inform him what had happened the very first time he had asked?

He had been pressing the woman about what had gone down to no avail.

She was intentionally trying to drive him insane.

First, with the little display outside the Bakugo household, and now just blurting out exactly what he has been hounding her for days like she was dicussing something mundane.

The black-haired male pressed his fingers to his temples, rubbing at his head feeling his previous headache growing in strength. He glanced over to All Might; who sweat dropped and smiled nervously at the Eraser Hero.

"I'll take you up on that offer of you buying me that drink, I'm going to need it after dealing with her."

"Wha- Hey!" AIzawa abruptly rose from his seat and grasped Y/N's hand in his own, forcefully dragging her out of the Bakugo residence without a second glance. Once outside, Aizawa slammed the front door closed before suddenly pushing the brunette up against the wall next to the door, pinning her wrists down to her sides Aizawa glared angrily.

"Explain yourself. Now."

Y/N blinks at the man before scoffing humorously, cocking her head to the side slightly.

"What's there to explain? I've said all that I need to already."

The grip Aizawa had on the brunette's wrists tightened. "Don't give me that. For days I have been trying to get you to tell me what happened while you and Bakugo were taken to the League's hideout. For days, you have dodged the topic and now out of the clear blue sky, you finally drop the bomb like it was nothing. So, tell me, what is with the mind games?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled in something that would likely mean trouble for the dark-haired male.

"Has anyone ever told you how attractive you are when you are mad?" The brunette cooed dangerously, disregarding the question.

Not wincing at the slightest when Aizawa's fingernails start to dig into the bandages covering her wrists.

"Is that so? What to see how I look when I'm completely pissed off?" He snapped sarcastically lowering his head a bit.

Before Y/N could respond, the front door opened startling the Eraser Hero as he quickly pushed himself away from the brunette.

All Might, being the reason why the door opened, glanced from Y/N to Aizawa multiple times before settling on the black-haired teacher.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Ye-"

"No." Aizawa shot Y/N a glare who smirked teasingly in response, cupping her hands together in the shape of a heart. Growling under his breath the pro hero turned on his heel and began to walk away. Y/N laughed amongst herself.

'It's so fun to rile him up. How cute.'

"It's nothing. Midoriya's house is close by, right?"

Three Days Later

"For now, I'm just glad that we were able to bring Class 1-A back together again." AIzawa announced to his students with Y/N at his side.

Ever since their visits to the students' families to convivence the parents about letting their children to live at the dorms, the brunette hasn't made any other advancements onto the black-haired teacher. Which resulted in the pro hero allowing the events of that day to slip his mind for the time being.

"Everyone was allowed to enter the dorms, huh?" Sero questioned as he looked over his peers.

Hagakure sighed slumping her shoulders. "I had a hard time!"

Jiro akwardly scratched her cheek. "That's normal..."

"The two of you were directly affected by the gas." Ojiro mentioned as gazed at the two girls.

"We were all able to be together again because of the teachers. When I watched the press conference, I thought we'd lose them, and it made me sad." Asui remarked, pressing her index finger on her chin as she spoke.

"I was surprised, too. We'll I'm sure everyone has different circumstances." Aizawa replied while scratching his head. 'They probably only eased up thinking that they'll get a bigger scoop later.'

"Now, we'll explain briefly about the dorms, but first..." The pro hero clapped his hands together, "For now, we will focus on getting the provisional licenses we were planning to have you get during the training camp."

"Oh yeah, they did talk about that!"

"So much happened that I forgot about it."

Y/N cleared her throat. "This is important. Listen up." She announced while casting an empathetic glimpse at a few particular students.

"Kirishima. Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida." Aizawa's eyes narrowed at the students who he mentioned. "These five went to go save Bakugo and Y/N that night."

The five students who were called out by their teacher remain impassive.

"Your reactions tell me that you all were at least aware of it. I'm going to set aside a number of issues and say this: If it weren't for All Might's retirement, I would've expelled everyone except Bakugo, Jiro, and Hagakure. Of course, the five that went, but also the twelve who knew but didn't stop them betrayed our trust, no matter what the reason. I would be grateful if you could follow the proper procedures and act properly in order to regain that trust. That is all." Aizawa proclaimed, turning around to walk inside the new dorms.

"Now, we're going inside. Let's have some energy!"

Y/N observed the crestfallen expressions on her student's faces as Aizawa brushed past her.

She noticed Bakugo staring at Kirishima who was oblivious to the blonde's stare. Kissing his teeth Bakugo grabbed the back of Denki's shirt and started to drag him behind some hedges.

"Come here."

"Huh? What? No!"

A ball of electricity sparked from behind the hedge, followed by a brain-dead Denki being shoved afterwards holding two thumbs up.

"Yay..."

Y/N grinned at the sudden change of mood in the students thanks to Bakugo.

As laughter from the class erupted in the air, Y/N stuffed her hands into her coat pocket, walking towards the dorms letting the gloomy feeling wash away from the students.

...

After having the much-needed laugh to ease the tension, the students caught back up with their teachers who were waiting to give the class a tour of the dorms.

"Each student dorm building holds one class. Girls on the right, and boys on the left. But the first floor is the common area. Food, bath, and laundry are on this floor."

"There's even a courtyard!" Sero exclaimed while looking out one of the big glass pane windows.

"So spacious! So clean! And a sofa!" Mina shrieked in excitement.

"It's like a mansion!" Uraraka squeaked in amazement before collapsing onto the ground.

"Did my ears deceive me? Baths and laundry are in the common area?" Mineata gulped as sweat collectively dripped down his head. "Is this a dream?"

"They're separated by gender. You better watch yourself." Y/N's voice drop into an icy tone as she shot death glares at the perverted teenager who paled instantly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Rooms start on the second floor. There are four rooms per gender on each floor with five floors total. Everyone gets their own room. They're luxurious, spaces equipped with their own AC, toilets, fridges, and closets." Aizawa went on to explain as he continued to give the dorm tour for the students.

"There is even a balcony! Wow!" Midoriya boasted with glee.

"This is about the same size as the closets we have at home." Momo commented as she looked around the size of the dorm room she was in.

"These are your rooms. The belongings you sent ahead have already been placed in your rooms so unpack and get settled in today. We will tell you more about what will happen from now on tomorrow." Y/N concluded as she held up a floorplan sheet up showing the students where their room was located and on which floor.

"That's all. Dismissed!"

"Yes, Mr. Aizawa and Dazai-sensei!"

The Following Morning

"I believe it was mentioned yesterday, but for now, Class 1-A of the hero course will be focusing on getting their provisional licenses." The black-haired teacher declared standing behind his podium.

"Yes, sir!"

"A hero license brings with it the great responsibility of human life. Of course, the exam to receive one is very difficult. Even the provisional license has only a 50% passing rate each year."

"Just the provisional license is that hard?" Mineta whined from his desk.

Y/N smirked slyly, placing a hand on her hip. "That's why today, we will have each of you come up with at least two..."

The classroom door slid open, revealing Midnight, Ectoplasm, and Cementoss.

"...Ultimate moves"

"Ultimate moves?!" Kirishima and Sero both exclaimed in unison.

"It's like a real school thing and yet--"

"It's like a super normal hero thing!"

"Ultimate! This means that this move will give you a sure win!" Ectoplasm remarked as he and the two other teachers stepped into the classroom.

"A move so ingrained into your body that others cannot copy it. Battle means seeing how much you can force what you're good at on your opponent." Cementoss emphasized, holding up his index finger.

"Your moves will represent you. These days, pro heroes without ultimate moves are an endangered species." Midnight carried on, having struck a pose.

"We will tell you more as we go along. We want to proceed logically. Change into your costumes and meet in Gym Gamma."

Chapter Text

"Gym Gamma, also known as "Training Dinning Land" or TDL."

Cementoss placed his hands onto the ground's surface as he activated his quirk, manipulating cement into a small diagram of platforms. "I came up with the idea for these facilities. Terrain and other things can be prepared specifically for each student. That's what the "dinning" part refers to."

Iida's arm shot up. "Please allow me to ask a question! Why must we have ultimate moves for our provisional licensing exam? Please tell me your reasonings!"

"I'll tell you everything in order...Calm down" Aizawa answers, "The job of a hero is to save people from danger, like during crimes, accidents, natural disasters and man-made disasters. The exam to become one naturally looks at how well you are able to do that. Your ability to gather information, make decisions, move and fight, in addition to your ability to communicate, draw people to you, and lead-- Every year, a different test is used to look at how well you are able to do those things."

Midnight took a small step forward while lifting her index finger. "Of those, your ability to fight is especially important to your futures as heroes. If you are prepared, you won't have to worry. Whether or not you have an ultimate move will greatly affect whether or not you pass."

"Not being influenced by circumstances and being able to act consistently will make you a great asset on the front lines. Your ultimate moves do not necessarily need to be of the attacking type. For example, take Iida's Reciproburst-- The temporary burst of speed is enough of a threat to be worth calling an ultimate move."

Y/N informed the teenager flashing him her canines in the form of a toothy grin.

"So that's good enough to be called an ultimate move?" Iida beamed in pride from behind the helmet of his hero costume.

"I see... So we need to find something that allows us to feel like, 'As long as I do this, I have the advantage. I can win.' " Sato muttered, getting the gist of what the teachers were explaining to them.

"Exactly!" Midnight winked. "Kamui Woods, who played a big part in the fight the other day, has a move called Lacquered Chain Prison that is the perfect example of an ultimate move. It restrains his opponents before they can do anything."

"The training camp was canceled, but the training you did to develop your Quirks was part of the process to create your ultimate moves. In other words..." Aizawa trailed as Cementoss activated his quirk to manipulate the ground in order to create numerous environments and scenarios that cater to each individual student.

Ectoplasm also activated his quirk, manifesting copies of himself to send out across Gym Gamma to all of the environments in preparation to assist the students.

"Until the beginning of the next semester, for the ten days or so until the end of summer vacation, you'll be working out your ultimate moves as you develop your Quirks. You'll be doing intensive training! In addition, you should think about how you can improve your costumes to work better with your developing Quirks. Get through this with a "Plus Ultra" mentality. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir!"

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Y/N sighed dreamily as she ran her fingers through Midnight's luscious hair, playing with the female pro hero's dark purple locks to use as distraction.

Originally, Y/N was supposed to be supervising the students' quirk growths alongside Aizawa and the woman's hair whose hair she was currently playing with.

However, in the mind of Y/N. Midnight's hair just looked too tempting. Too soft looking, to resist which had thus ended up with Y/N raking her finger gingerly through the dark-colored layers. Hearing no objection nor complaint from the female pro hero herself, Aizawa simply let Y/N be.

"Everyone's working hard, huh?"

The three teachers diverted their eyes towards the direction of the voice who had just appeared, meeting the form of All Might leaning his uninjured arm against the door frame of Gyma Gamma.

"All Might..."

"I am..." A small puff of smoke erupted from the blonde-haired male, his body reforming into his buff form. That all too familiar smile bright and apparent of his face as he held a thumbs up at the three teachers.

"...here even though I wasn't asked to be because I didn't have anything else to do today!"

"Well, please focus on your recuperation. To prepare for the next semester." Aizawa replied unenthusiastically.

Once again, a small puff of smoke emerged, reverting the former pro hero back into his weakened form before he walked forwards towards his colleagues.

"Hey, hey, don't act so cold. This is the class for ultimate moves, right? There's no way I want to miss this. I am a teacher, too, you know." Immediately, All Might's focus landed on his green-haired successor who was noticeably having some difficulty in the process of making an ultimate move for himself.

The sound of blaring explosions drew all of the teachers' attention to its source. Bakugo confidently breezed through the air as he propelled himself closer towards the clone of Ectoplasm, nuking the clone with a powerful blast.

"Take that!"

The blonde-haired teenager smirked. "It's been a while since I've been able to go wide! It feels good! Ectoplasm! Mine died! Give me another one!"

"He's amazing." All Might observed, somewhat awestruck on the blonde teen's raw power and agility.

"Yes. He'll definitely get even stronger." Aizawa reaffirmed as Bakugo's hands began to spark up once Ectoplasm sent another clone towards the teen.

...

Four days have passed in the blink of an eye, the students have been training nonstop inside Gyma Gamma, developing and perfecting their ultimate moves, as well as making all sorts of adjustments to their costumes as they see fit to accommodate their newly developed Quirks.

Today, Y/N was surveying how much Bakugo has made, as she lurked behind the boy with her hands crossed over her chest.

She didn't intentionally mean to latch onto the blonde-haired teen, be that as it may, after being kidnapped together she felt a sense of attachment towards the hot-headed male.

Whether or not Bakugo enjoyed her company was up in the open but he has yet to dismiss the brunette in any sort of way.

He also made very slight changes to his ultimate move he was in the process of finalizing after a few words of advice from the brunette.

"A new move..." Bakugo mumbled to himself, forming his left hand into a circle and placing it on his other palm. He then shoots his explosions through the circle in order to keep his attack focused on the fixed point. "AP Shot!"

Y/N's calm expression shifted into a small smirk; shifting her weight while unfolding her arms, the brunette claps her hands together slowly in appraisal.

"Well done, Bakugo."

Wrapped up in his own pride and confidence, the blonde-haired male chuckled victoriously. "Ha Ha! I did it!"

Due to the damage the concrete took, a section at the top of the thick concrete wall that Bakugo just shot through crumbles, falling fast on towards an oblivious All Might.

"Hey, look out!" Both Y/N and Bakugo shout.

"Idiot--" Aizawa jolts, having his right hand gripping his capture weapon hand in order to secure the former pro hero out of harm's way.

Taking immediate action, Midoriya leaped off his platform, green lightning surging around his body as he soared towards the broken piece of concrete.

'I got the idea for Full Cowling from Gran Torino and Kacchan! The essence of that is quick, small movements and precise maneuvering! In order to keep that alive, I need the least amount of equipment with the maximum possible effect! Arm supporting braces and iron soles that can act as cleats or armor!'

While in mid-air Midoriya swings his leg out, pulverizing the fallen wall with a single kick. Y/N, Bakugo, and Aizawa watch the green-haired teen break apart the concrete with ease in surprise whereas to All Might, smiles approvingly.

"Are you all right, All Might?!" Midoriya questioned the former pro hero with concern.

All Might's smile broadens, nodding his head once reassuring the young hero in training. "Yeah!"

"What was that, Midoriya? You just waltzed in there and showed some amazing destructive power!" Denki compliments the greenette's agility, flashing him a joyous smirk with Kirishima standing next to him sporting a smirk of his own.

"I thought you were a puncher."

"Kaminari, Kirishima. The destructive power was thanks to the soles Hatsume suggested for me." Midoriya explained while lifting his leg up slightly and angling his ankle, gripping his shoe in his hands.

"I learned how to use my body from Iida and changed my fighting style. I've only figured out what direction I want to go in, but it's still just a stopgap, and I don't have anything I can call an ultimate move yet..."

"No," All Might rebutted. "I think it's already more effective than just a stopgap. Especially for the provisional licensing exam."

Aizawa stepped closer towards the blonde retired hero, his hand outstretched. "All Might, it's dangerous, so don't get too close."

"Oh, excuse me!" The male lifted his head to gaze upon Bakugo who was staring down the former hero.

"Young Bakugo! I'm sorry!"

The blonde teen kisses his teeth in annoyance before turning away letting off an explosion.  "Watch yourself, All Might!"

Y/N sensed an unnoticeable shift in Bakugo's attitude, just a second ago he was brewing very pronounced confidence.

The teen now came across as stiff in irritation, with a hint of guilt. To the naked eye, Bakugo's behavior would be considered normal, as his personality is extremely strong-willed.

However, to Y/N who is a master at observing and studying people, she was well knowledgeable of the fact that Bakugo was struggling with personal issues that he is trying to keep hidden in order to avoid being seen as weak.

'His mentality took a serious blow after encountering the villains, as expected for someone who has gone through such trauma. This facade that he is showcasing though, I don't like it. At this rate, he's a ticking time bomb of masked despair.'

The brunette sauntered her way next to Bakugo, placing her hand on the male's shoulder, her ability canceling out his quirk instantly. The teen harshly shrugged her hand off of him as if the touch of her hand burned him. The brunette let her hand fall down to her side as Bakugo's angry red eyes glared at the woman standing before him.

"Listen to me, Bakugo. I'll give you another word of advice like a proper sensei. Stop pitying yourself. Pity yourself and life becomes an endless nightmare."

Y/N turned on her heel, raising her hand once more to sluggish wave farewell to the hot-headed male as she moseyed over to the edge of the platform.

"That's all, I'll give you some space to clear your head. Good luck with the rest of your training. I'll be rooting for you when it comes time to take your exam."

Leaping down, she bounded from platform to platform until her feet touched the ground. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she cast one last glance up just as a new voice interrupted the students' training.

"That's enough Class A! Today, Class B is scheduled to use this place in the afternoon!" Vlad announced, his class dressed in their costumes standing behind him with confident smirks.

"Class B?"

"Man, what terrible timing!" Denki complained.

"Eraser, Dazai, hurry up and get out of the way."

Y/N casually strolled closer, taking occupying the empty spot in between All Might and Aizawa, humming in acknowledgment. "We still have almost ten minutes. You're apparently not good at using time wisely."

"Hey, did you know?" Monoma raved, arrogantly posing. "The provisional licensing exam has a 50% fail rate. All of you should just fail! Why don't we see exactly who's better?"

"Wait... is that his hero costume?"

Denki deadpanned turning his head slightly, looking at Kendo as he smiled awkwardly while pointing at the delirious Monoma who had fallen in a fit of crazed laughter.

" 'Since my Quirk's Copy, there's no need for anything especially eccentric,' he said." She replied causing Denki to sweat drop as he glanced back at Monoma who was still laughing.

"That's not him being eccentric?"

"Still, his opinion is reasonable. As long as we are taking the same exam, it is our fate to crush each other" Tokoyami remarked referring to Monoma's words about the licensing exam.

"That's why Class A and Class B applied to different locations." Aizawa informed, side eyeing Monoma in the process.

"The hero licensing exam takes place each June and September in three different locations across the country at the same time. In order to avoid students from the same school fighting each other, all schools subscribe to the theory of splitting up their students by time or location." Vlad addresses to clear any confusion as he walks further into the gym.

Upon hearing the new bit of information Monoma releases a sigh underneath his breath, only to strike yet another pose to taunt the students of Class A before letting out another round of crazed laughter.

"Whew. It is unfortunate that we will not be able to fight each other directly!"

"He said 'Whew,' didn't he?" Kirishima questioned Denki dumbfounded, wanting to ensure that he had heard the blonde teen correctly.

"I wonder if there's a diagnosis for the type of mental state he has..."

"All schools, huh...? That's right, I didn't really think about it that much, but we'll be fighting against other schools to pass." Sero noted as he glances at his classmates.

Midoriya nodded his head sharply. "And in our case, we're accelerating the process of getting them..."

"In addition, there are very few first years in the country trying to get their provisional licenses. In other words... The test will have those who've trained longer than you, with Quirks you don't know about that they've polished up until now. The actual contents of the exam are unclear, but what is clear is that you all will have a hard time. It's not good to get too hung up about it, but keep that in mind."

"Yes, sir!"

Provisional Licensing Exam Day

"Ah, I'm getting nervous!" Jiro gulped; her palms beginning to sweat in anticipation.

Mineta fidgeted in place. "I wonder what we'll have to do... I wonder if Ican get my provisional license..."

Aizawa bends over awkwardly to be eye level with the short male. "Mineta, it's not about whether or not you can. Go and get it!"

"Right, c-course--of!"

Y/N rose a questioning eyebrow. 'I get that he is trying to be encouraging towards the students. I'm all for that...the problem I'm having is no matter which way I look at it I can't understand why Mineta is in the hero course, let alone why he hasn't been replaced by someone with better potential. Facing the facts, I have been an assistant teacher for a while now and I have yet to see Mineta doing anything heroic or even being worthy of staying in Class A. From what I gathered, he is just a perverted twerp, in my perspective Mineta should have been removed from Class 1-A a long time ago.'

"If you can pass this test and get your provisional licenses, then you novice eggs will become chicks... You'll hatch into semi-pros. Do your best." Aizawa announced while locking eyes with each and every single student in his class.

"All right, I'll become a chick!" Denki exclaimed full of determination.

"Let's all call out the usual! Ready, set-- Plus..." Kirishima tried to hype up his classmates but was ultimately interrupted by a tall student obviously from a different school.

"...Ultra!"

Y/N slapped her hand over her mouth to prevent the giggles from slipping past her lips, of course it didn't help the matter much when she noticed Aizawa shooting her a death glare.

"You shouldn't just barge in on other people's huddles, Inasa." A teen with shaggy purple hair informed the tall student to correct his intruding behavior.

"Oh, no! I am..very..extremely..sorry!"

The teen apologizes over enthusiastically while slamming his head hard into the ground.

"What's with this guy trying to get by with just his enthusiasm?!" Denki shrieked as he pointed wearily at the student who had just smashed his head onto the concrete pavement.

Aizawa's eyes widened ever so slightly, a flicker of recognition flashing through them. 'He is...'

"Wait, that uniform...!"

"It's from that famous school in western Japan..."

"U.A. in the east, Shiketsu in the west..." Bakugo mused.

Inasa quickly lifted his head off of the ground just as enthusiastically, blood slowly dripping down his forehead. "I wanted to try saying it just once! Plus Ultra! I love U.A. High School! I am extremely honored to be able to compete against U.A. students! I'm looking forward to it!"

"Oh, blood." The light brown-haired Shiketsu girl commented as she noticed the red streaks on Inasa head.

"Let's go." The teen with purple hair remarked, walking towards the exam building without a second glance at his two classmates.

Aizawa's eyes trailed after the Shiketsu students as they walked out of earshot.

"Inasa Yoarashi..."

"Mr. Aizawa, you know him?"

"He's...strong." A collective stunned gasp emerged from the students, if Aizawa singlehandedly admits that a particular person is strong, then there's no doubt in their minds that Inasa has the skillset to back it up.

"Last year, the same year as you guys, Yoarashi got the top scores of those admitted through recommendations, but for some reason, he turned down his acceptance."

"What?! Then, he's a first year?!" Midoriya's eyes darted over to Todoroki who was standing next to him, staring directly at Inasa. 'And if he was the top of those with recommendations... Then his abilities are above Todoroki's?!'

"Even though he says he loves U.A., he threw away his chance to enroll. I don't get it." Sero grumbles as he and his classmates watched Inasa as well as the other two Shiketsu students disappear inside the exam building.

"Right? What a weirdo."

"He's weird, but he's the real thing. Keep an eye out for him." Aizawa warns his class.

"Man, what a missed opportunity, he would have been interesting to have in the classroom." Y/N sulked silently over the thought of what could have been.

"Eraser? It's you, isn't it, Eraser?!" A shrill voice called out from the black- haired pro hero, making the male in question flinch and freeze up. A look of pure annoyance replacing the teacher's normally tired expression.

A woman with sea green shoulder length hair smiled with glee as she approached the U.A. teacher. "I've seen you on TV and at the sports festival, but it's been a while since I've seen you in person!"

Y/N snickered upon seeing her partner's eye twitch. 'He must really hate this woman.'

"Let's get married." The woman flashed a bright closed eye smile, motioning her index finger between her and a heavily glowering Aizawa once she was close enough.

"No." Was the black-haired male's immediate answer.

Y/N chuckled devilishly to herself as she set her plan into action. 'This will be fun.'

Before Aizawa could react in any sort of way, Y/N wrapped her arms around the pro hero's waist and pulled his body close to her own. Delicately placing her hand on Aizawa's chest, she slid her hand sensually up and down the black-haired male's torso.

Fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously, she threw a smirk in the woman's direction.

"Sorry, he's already married to me. It's best to keep your hands off, understood?"

Chapter Text

Aizawa was having a rather problematic dilemma. Initially, he was going to shove Y/N's hands off of him and flat out deny that he was married to the brunette... but then he got to thinking.

Maybe...yeah just maybe he'll play along with Y/N's ploy long enough for the act to be convincing to fool Joke. If by some miracle, this does work out in his favor then Joke won't bother him anymore once it's shoved right in her face that he isn't interested in having any sort of relationship with Joke that isn't work related.

It should work, right? What could possibly go wrong with pretending to have Y/N as his wife?

Shakily, Aizawa wrapped his arm around the brunette, his large hand making itself comfortable on Y/N's hip.

"She's correct, we are in fact married, I value my privacy hence why my marriage isn't well known to the public. Joke, this is my wife Y/N."

"Huh?!" The entirety of Class 1-A shouted in unison completely flabbergasted. If anyone should have picked up hits on the two teachers potentially being married to one another, it would be their students given the fact that they spend most of most days with the teachers, even more now considering that all the students now live in the U.A. dorms.

Yes, Y/N teases Aizawa all throughout the day but none of the students of Class 1- A would have thought the two teachers had that kind of relationship.

Maybe opposites really do attract.

The green-haired woman bellowed over, clutching her stomach as she laughed half-heartily. "Already married? Ha! Good one, you two aren't even wearing wedding rings!"

"You're hard to talk to as usual, Joke. If you were just listening to what I had said then you would understand why we don't wear our wedding rings in public. Not to mention that the rings could possibly get lost while doing hero work. It's not anyone's business other than mine and my wife's whether or not we decide to wear our rings."

Aizawa's grip on Y/N hip unconsciously, his fingernails dully digging into her clothes, unknowingly pressing Y/N closer into him making the brunette bite back a smirk that threated to grow on her face.

"Smile Hero: Ms. Joke! Her Quirk's Outburst! She forces those near her to laugh, dulling their thinking and their movements! Her fights against villains are full of craziness!" Midoriya's temporary shock faded into giddiness as he fanboyed over the pro heroine.

Ms. Joke, having stopped her laughter flashed a bright smile as she held a thumbs up. "If you were to marry me, then we can make a happy family with never-ending laughter!"

"A family like that can't be happy. As I've already said, I'm already married and quite happy enough. Stop now.

Asui pressed her finger up to her chin, "You two seem close."

"Our agencies used to be close to each other! In our cycle of helping and being helped, our mutual love for each other bloomed--" Ms. Joke gushed in a dreamy like tone, gripping her hands together as a noticeable blush dusted her cheeks.

"No, it didn't."

"Oh, I love your quick retorts! You're so worth teasing, Eraser!" Ms. Joke then locked her eyes onto Y/N who had a neutral expression formed on her face, "I'm looking forward to learning more about you!"

Aizawa's eyes slid shut, clearing his throat steering the green-haired woman's attention away from the brunette at his side. "Joke, since you're here, that means..."

"That's right. Come here, everyone! It's U.A." Joke called out to a group of students slowly approaching from over her shoulder while pointing her finger in the direction of Class 1-A.

"Oh, it's the real thing!" A black-haired male remarked in awe, smiling along the way.

"Wow, that's amazing! I've seen them all on TV!"

"Ketsubutsu Academy, second years, Class 2! They're my class. Please be kind." Joke advised the U.A students while introducing her own class.

The black-haired male came to a halt in front of Midoriya before grasping the green-haired teen's hands together, taking Midoriya by surprise. "I'm Shindo! U.A. this year's had trouble after trouble, so it must've been tough!"

"Huh? Ye..."

Shindo didn't even let Midoriya finish as he sprung onto the next student, who happened to be Denki, grasping his hands together in a similar fashion as he had done with Midoriya. "But even so, you all are still aiming to be heroes like this, huh?"

Releasing Denki's hands, he then moved onto Jiro. "That's wonderful! A heart of fortitude is what I believe all heroes should have from now on!" Shindo exclaimed, a sparkly aura surrounding the teen as he smiled.

'He's too bright!'

'He's totally a charming pretty-boy type!'

"From among you, there's Bakugo, who experienced being the center of the Camino incident. You have an especially strong heart. Today, I'll do my best while learning from you!"

Bakugo swatted away Shindo's hand that the black-haired teen had slightly extended in his direction. "Stop pretending. What you're saying doesn't match the look on your face!"

Shindo lowered his head, smirking while a shadow cast over his eyes.

"Hey! Stop being so rude!" Kirishima scolded his friend who had turned his body away to the side while staring daggers at Shindo from the corner of his eyes.

Kirishima sheepishly rubbed at the nape of his neck. "Sorry for his rudeness..."

"It's fine! It just proves how strong his heart is." Shindo assured, making Bakugo kiss his teeth at the teen's obvious fakeness.

A blonde-hared girl from Ketsubutsu Academy jogged up to Todoroki excitedly. "Hey Todoroki! Can I have your autograph? You were so cool at the sports festival!"

"Huh?"

"Stop being such a fangirl." A male with shoulder length wavy black hair objected.

"You can have my autograph, too." Mineta announced creepily as he slid behind the blonde-haired girl with stars in his eyes.

"Hey, change into your costumes and go to the orientations. Don't waste time. good luck out there!" Y/N instructed, adding some words of encouragement. Grabbing Aizawa's arm in a firm grip, the brunette tugged along the pro hero with her as she sauntered towards the building.

"You have a lot of nerve pulling some slick shit like that stunt you just pulled." Aizawa complained as soon as both teachers were out of earshot from their students and Ms. Joke.

Y/N smiled innocently at the black-haired male, batting her eyelashes.

"Hmm? Stunt? I'm afraid I have no idea what you're referring to, I was just showing affection for my darling husband. Is that so wrong of me? I didn't exactly hear you complaining the way you were clinging onto me like I was your lifeline."

"I was just going along with your act. Joke can't seem to understand that I'm not interested in her, pretending to be married to you was my best bet so I went with it."

The devious woman with her never ending teasing skidded to a dead stop, resulting in Aizawa to bump straight into her back. In a flash, Y/N spun on the heels of her feet to wrap her arms around Aizawa's neck to lower his head down slightly. Y/N's lips softly brush against the edge of Aizawa's cheek just inches away from his lips.

"If you say so, hubby."

Looking over Aizawa's shoulder, Y/N took note that all eyes of her students as well as Joke's were locked onto the fake couple's sudden display of affection.

A humorous chuckle rose from her throat at all the wide eyes and slack jaws her students had. Oh, but the icing on the cake was the look on Joke's face.

She was trying to play it off as cool and collected as she could but there was a hint of envy and jealously in her eyes that Y/N could make out.

'That should make the message loud and clear.' Y/N mentality cooed, raking her fingers through Aizawa's shaggy raven black locks.

"Come now dear, we gotta give the kids our support."

"Do you ever stop?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." Y/N teased all the while blowing a kiss at Aizawa.

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"Eraser, your fly's down..." Joke giggles into her hand side-eyeing the black-haired pro hero who sat multiple seats away from the heroine keeping his attention locked onto the arena below.

'Why is everyone around me so noisy?' Aizawa pondered with his arms crossed over his chest as his eye twitched in annoyance.

Sensing his growing agitation Y/N smoothly patted Aizawa on his thigh, her hand resting just above his kneecap.

'She's playing this fake role of my wife a little too well...She's quite handsy.'

Aizawa shot the brunette a glare but went unnoticed as Y/N hummed softly to herself, the light in her eyes brightened when the large rectangular room containing the students from schools from all over the country unfolded, revealing them to a vast arena with varying environments.

"I can't believe you still had twenty students, though. It's usual for you to not have expelled anyone. You like your class this time?" Joke observed, trying to converse with the stoic faced teacher.

"Not really."

Y/N rolled her eyes fighting off the urge to scoff loudly. 'Who are you trying to fool? You adore those kids.'

"Don't be embarrassed! That's so lame!" Joke exclaimed, wrapping her arms close to her torso as giggles racked through her body.

"Shut up."

Joke laughed awkwardly placing a hand behind her head then leaning a bit towards the supposed married man.

"But then, it's strange... There's no way you don't know about that." Y/N raised a questioning eyebrow while the green-haired pro hero smirked. 'What is she hinting at?'

"As all the high schools around the country compete to pass the provisional licensing exam, the only high school that has lost the advantage of no one knowing their Quirks... the top school whose sports festival is broadcast across the country showing not just the students' Quirks, but also their weaknesses and fighting styles...Your school."

The blaring sound of a horn rang throughout the arena. "First test, start!" An officiator of the exam announced over the intercoms, Y/N leaned forward in her seat with interest.

"If you like your class this year, then you should've told your students. What always happens at the beginning..." Joke monologed as a mix of numerous students ranging from all the different schools singlehandedly moved together as one to launch a massive attack right from the gate to take out the students of U.A. in one swoop.

"The crushing of U.A."

Y/N intertwined her hands together as her focus remained solely on the students, studying their movements, hearing Shindo's taunting words directly for Midoriya high in the stands.

"I saw it on TV! The super power that also destroys yourself! Well, if a nail sticks out, then you've gotta hammer it down!" Leading the attack, Shindo as well as his peers surrounding Class 1-A threw an army of red balls.

Y/N wasn't at all familiar with how the provisional licensing exams operated as she never once associated herself with something trivial like heroes nor the hero society as a whole before running into Aizawa that night.

'I see, the targets on their bodies are indicators. If there's three targets then that would mean that each student has to avoid getting hit as much as possible while also trying to hit other students' targets to qualify as the "first 100 students" in order to pass. Working in groups or pairs would be the smartest option from how I see it, Class A has the biggest target of them all on their backs. How interesting, can't wait to see what you all will do.'

"The crushing of U.A.? There wasn't really a reason why I didn't tell them, but in the end, it wouldn't change what they had to do. They just have to overcome everything."

Aizawa explained casually as his students swiftly counterattacked the barrage of balls thrown at them, whether it have been Midoriya using his shoe style to kick the balls away, Tokoyami having Dark Shadow catch the flying red balls, Sero using his tape, or Mina using her acid to deflect the rubber red balls aiming to hit their targets.

"A hero is someone who can turn around a bad situation. In the first place, if they become pros, then everyone will already know their Quirks, so I'm sorry, but we look a little further ahead than everyone else."

"Tell me something, Ms. Joke. You honestly didn't believe it would be that easy to snuff out the students of U.A. let alone a full classroom of students that Shouta has yet to expel anyone from, now did you?" Y/N gleamed, casting a smug look at the green-haired woman.

"Of course not."

"Atta girl." Y/N smirked, the sound of explosions from one of the examinee's quirks drew Y/N's focus back onto the arena, watching closely.

"Hey, Eraser. For this first test, since they pass in the order they finish, there's the impression that whoever attacks first wins, but that's not the case, is it?"

"No, it looks like the keys will be teamwork and cooperation, and their ability to gather information. If they're seduced by the words "the first hundred" and rush to get points, then they'll have the tables turned on them."

...

The provisional licensing exams progressed, less than half available spots left for the remaining students to qualify for the next part of the exam, the portion of the arena has since been destroyed by Shindo's quirk when he showcased an ultimate move to scatter around Class 1-A in hopes to pick them off one by one.

"Would either of you want some gum?" Joke asked, offering a small pack of gum to the two U.A. teachers.

"It's the kind that zaps your finger, right? No thanks." Aizawa flatly rejects making Y/N snicker under her breath.

"It's frustrating not being able to see who failed and who passed, though." The brunette sighed, stretching her arms into the air, the joints in her shoulders popping at the actions.

"Our Shindo made it even harder to see by splitting open the ground, too."

Y/N's words took a moment to sink in for Joke to process.

"Hm? What? What? Are you worried?" The green-haired heroine questioned unbridled curiosity seeping into her words.

"There's something I realized after watching Class A for the short while that I had with them so far. They might not have realized it, but in Class A, there are two people whose presence has a big effect. They're not leaders, or the most popular, and the two of them don't get along at all. But...before I knew it, I've watched their passion spread to the rest of the class." Y/N remarks, her eyes beaming like a proud parent as she envisioned Midoriya and Bakugo who she knew without a doubt would pass this part of the exam.

"It's strange, but one of them is always at the center of any major event. Joke, we're not worried. I can't wait to see what they'll do. Even if they're not physically with everyone, their presence raises the standard for the whole class." Aizawa adds in, mentally agreeing with the brunette.

"You've fallen for them hard, huh? Gross." Joke comments, blowing a bubble from her gum she had been chewing on.

"That is my class... Class 1-A!"

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At the end of the day, all of the U.A. students, with the exception of two, had passed the provisional licensing exam. While the fact that both Todoroki and Bakugo had failed to get their licenses was a bit disheartening to hear for Y/N she was thrilled for the rest of the class.

"Eraser! Y/N!" Joke yelled out to the two teachers standing near the entrance of the exam building watching as the students began to make way towards the bus. "Since we've got this chance, do you want to do a joint practice sometime?"

"Yeah, that might be good." Aizawa complies nearly instantly to the idea of extra training for the students, seeing that it would be beneficial for them all.

"By the way...how did you two even meet?" Joke titled her head to the side in confusion, pressing her index finger into her cheek.

Aizawa opened his mouth to spew out a reasonable excuse but he was cut short by the brunette whose face had a growing teasing smirk.

"At a club of all places, one night I spot him at the bar all by his lonesome so I decided to accompany him which he coldly shot me down at first but after prodding him for a while with him drinking whiskey on the rocks like it was water, he got a little tipsy. Surprisingly though, because he can handle his liquor really well. It took some coaxing but I was able to drag him onto the dance floor. That's when things started to get rather intimate~"

Aizawa erupted into a harsh coughing fit, subtly shaking his head at the brunette. His eyes glaring dangerously hard into her own, silently warning the brunette to stop talking. Y/N feigned innocence as she softly patted Aizawa's back as if to soothe his coughing.

"We left the club not long afterwards, ended up back at his place, one thing led to another and before we knew it we were in his bed underneath the sheets."

Playing the act Y/N rolled her eyes into the back of her head dramatically. "He might not seem like it but he-"

Aizawa slapped his hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence, silencing her from embarrassing him even more. In an effort to immobilize the brunette Aizawa encased her body inside his binding cloth frustratingly tight.

'This woman is absolutely out of her mind! I thought Joke was insufferable, clearly Y/N is in a whole league of insanity all on her own.'

"Pay her no mind, we best be on our way now. Bye Joke." Aizawa hastily dragged Y/N away who was mumbling something into his hand. The black-haired male glanced down at the brunette, immediately recognizing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Don't you even think about it. You caused enough problems today."

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An unmasked Twice who had just witnessed an uninspired group of villains committing a petty crime of robbing a convivence store, slips off the busy streets and strolls down an alleyway.

Lost in his own thoughts while puffing on a cigarette pursed between his lips when his cellphone rings, the villain answers the call, bringing the device up to his ear.

"What is it Giran? Have you been well?"

"Long time no talk! How've you been?" The villain broker casually greets from the other side of the line.

"I don't know. I don't know if I'm doing well or not."

"I see. That's tough."

"Hey, answer my question. Have you been well?"

"Sure I have. I've been so busy I'm just shrieking in delight. In the past week or two, there's been a surge in the black market for suits and items. Demand's growing exponentially. The League of Villains! It's the darling of the idiots right now."

"No, it's not."

"That's nice." The blonde-haired villain immediately contradicting himself, his tone of voice lifting to a higher octave resulting in Twice to grit his teeth while placing his palm over his head.

"Shut up...damn it!" The villain grumbles to himself as he begins to stumble unsteadily further down the alleyway. "And? What do you want? I'm a busy man."

"I'm not busy."

Giran cuts to the chase, already grown accustomed to the blonde-haired villain's split personality. "I can't get in contact with Dabi. You know where he is? Apparently, Shigaraki wants to meet up briefly. He'll probably contact you again later."

Twice's wellbeing continued to deteriorate, a cold sweat broke out on the male's forehead as his eye shrunk in size and trembled slightly.

"I know where he is."

"No, I don't! Don't go saying whatever you want!" Twice snapped aguishly, his head starting to pound.

"Okay, looks like you're having a hard time. Don't overdo it." The broker advises thus ending the phone call with the cloning villain whose breathing grew heavy, covering the majority of his face with his palm while leaning his back against a concrete wall in the dark alley.

"Damn it, I'm...me... This is no good...I need to wrap myself up... I'm gonna split apart..." Twice groaned all the while continuing to breathe heavily and sweating profusely as he stuck his hand inside his pants pocket searching for his mask that he usually kept on him at all times, but when he didn't feel the familiar material of his mask inside his pocket like he had originally thought it was, his panic skyrocketed.

"H-Huh? Where is it? Where is it?!" The blonde-haired villain turned his pockets inside out but remained unsuccessful in the search of his mask, panting hard the villain slumped down on the ground cradling his head in between his hands.

His fingers digging into his scalp, tugging at his blonde locks while rocking back and forth mumbling to himself. Completely unaware of the fact that he was no longer the only person down the alleyway.

"Looking for this?"

Ceasing his rocking movements, the villain directs his gaze onto the outstretched hand holding his mask that he was desperately looking for.

Snatching the mask out of the outstretched hand Twice rapidly brought the material over his head then eventually down his face bringing instant relief for the villain.

Upon regaining his composure, familiarity clicks inside his head. He very clearly recognizes this voice that just spoke out to him.

His eyes snapped over to the brunette standing in front of him with her bandaged hands tucked into her trench coat pockets.

Twice blinks multiple times in disbelief, coming to the conclusion that he had lost his mind. Why else would Y/N Dazai appear with his mask in her hand if he hadn't?

"Why are you here?" Twice skeptically interrogates the brunette, heaving himself back onto his feet before titling his head in puzzlement.

"Did you not want your mask back? It is crystal clear you're a wreck without it. Was I mistaken?"

"You know what I mean. Why go out of your way to return my mask after your grand escape?"

"Who cares? Grab her now and bring her back to the Boss man!"

"I didn't go out of my way, I had already been trailing you for a block when I noticed that your mask had fallen out of your pocket, besides you're just the person that I've been wanting to talk to. It was evident to me that you have some sort of instability upon the night we first met, I want to hear straight from the man himself about his past." Y/N confides while halfheartedly smiling at the villain much to his surprise.

"Aren't you supposed to be mentoring those U.A. students and what not?"

"Heh~ my only job isn't just being a teacher but you group of villains already know that by now." Y/N chirps, flashing the villain a closed eyed childish grin, knowing full well that she failed to inform Aizawa that was wasn't going to be in class today due to her having work with the Detective Agency.

'Oops.'

A loud nearby explosion draws the attention of both Twice and Y/N who wander slowly towards the outskirts of the alley.

"Here's my story. In the past, I was one of those who had fun making mischief. My Quirk is Twice. As you might have guessed, it's a simple power that turns one thing into two. I can make a clone of myself and then make clones from the clone. I can make a full team of just myself."

"Your quirk sounds interesting, definitely has a limitless amount of uses. No doubt that it's full of potential." Y/N mused while glancing at the villain as the pair moseyed closer to the location of where the explosion was heard.

"At one point I made my clones do everything, and I was the king of all of us. But the "mes" weren't satisfied with me being the king. I was almost killed by myself. The things I make won't disappear without receiving a certain amount of damage. Before long, all of us were arguing with each other, saying we were the real me.

Can you imagine it? This crazy situation continued for a week and two days. In the end, we killed each other and disappeared. Ever since, I haven't been able to be certain that I'm the real one. I didn't know anymore."

"What was it that drove you to become a villain in the first place? Out of all of the members of the League, you stuck out to me the most. The persona you have doesn't exactly scream a killer."

The brunette conversed, listening closely as the villain smoothly expresses his upbringing that led him down the path he landed on.

"When I was young, my parents were killed by a villain leaving me without any blood relatives to take me in. I would find a job that provided me with food and a place to stay, but would be fired and evicted into homelessness in the long run after an accident. Having nobody to turn to, as a coping mechanism with the growing loneliness, I created clones of myself just to have someone to talk to. In order to survive I would eventually resort to crimes, making my clones commit countless armed robberies. Over time I became a nationwide thief but, in the process, I've adapted a sloppy and lazy attitude with my clones which is why things happened the way they did. There isn't anywhere a crazy person can belong. Heroes only save good people. By helping the league that accepted me as I am, I want to be able to think that I'm okay with the way I am, too."

The pair peered around the corner where the explosion had taken place. Civilians screaming bolt away for their lives from the incident in the other direction. "What I'm looking for are people who are crazy like me. Oh..."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat once her eyes laid witness to the scene displayed out before her. The petty group of villains that had robbed the convivence store were all in disarray. One of the criminal's head was merged into the tire of their getaway vehicle, his eyes wide in terror and mouth agape in the form of a frozen scream.

His companions were in a similar state, numerous limbs and a pair of heads were reassembled horrifically onto the vehicle, while one unfortunate villain's body appeared to be submerged into the ground with only a small bit of his shoulders and up sticking out of the ground.

Not too far away, one of his mangled legs stuck out into the air, twisted in an abnormal way.

It was clear as day that the group of villains were dead, intermingled onto the ablaze getaway car.

Their demise was instantaneous, however the looks on their dismembered faces could have told a completely different story. Surveying the chaos further, the brunette took note of three figures with their backs towards her, one of which was noticeably huge in size with large intimidating muscles.

Another was dressed from head to toe in a black cloak, a hat resting on the top of their head. The male standing in the middle wore a dark green bomber jacket with a purple fur-lined hood, white surgical gloves covering the man's hands.

Y/N inwardly cringed; her slight flinch caused Twice to raise an eyebrow at her which she paid no mind to. 'Ugh, and here I thought that Chuuya had the tackiest fashion sense.'

"A bunch of adults got together, and all they stole was a small convenience store register? I think that's weird... If you've got this many people, you should have a bigger goal. You guys are sick. You need to get better."

The male in the middle drawls, his fingers tapping on something covering his face that was just out of Y/N's view, only hearing the faint tapping of what she assumed was metal.

"We got the money, so we should skedaddle before the heroes get here, Overhaul." A different voice warns, perched up on a stop light, another figure loomed over the damage that was caused.

"They're all sick, every last one of them."

'Overhaul? I believe that's who Kunikida-kun was talking about during the meeting procedure today. Perhaps it would've been wise of me to listen better to what Mr. Stickler-for-Rules was saying... I'll just have Atsushi fill me in later.'

"It looks like the crazy ones have started to make their own place to belong." Twice muttered to Y/N lowly enough only for her to hear, though keeping his attention locked onto Overhaul who had peaked the villain's interest.

"Both the hero side and our side have started changing sordidly. What's important is to know well who you are. Knowing what you want to become... That is very important...That's why Dabi and Shigaraki are still gunning for you, Dazai."

At this point Twice zones in onto the brunette. "We all strongly believe that you are fighting for the wrong side of society."

Y/N chuckles in response, shaking her head in disagreement.

"That's where the league is wrong. Once upon a time I didn't care about being good or bad, generally speaking that line is very thin and is easy to cross. As unfortunate as it is, people are born or forced into the situations that they are in just like I once was. I found myself looking into the mirror countless times but not comprehending my image.

Like looking through a dense fog at what's supposed to be my carbon copy but never knowing all of my features perfectly just trying to comprehend physical proof of my life to the fullest though I never could. I don't understand my worth or my purpose but I also know that even with all the murders I've committed, despite being the sole reason of demise to so many people whose faces I can't remember, I knew that I could change and become good. I'm satisfied with what I have for now."

The phone in Y/N's coat pocket suddenly buzzed, cutting the rest of her conversation short. Pulling out her phone the brunette scrolled through the incoming notifications that continually popped up on the screen.

All of them from Aizawa asking where she was and why she wasn't in class with him like she should have been.

'Seems like that's my cue to head back to U.A. now before he blows a fuse.'

Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, she swiftly turned on her heels, beginning to walk away, waving farewell to the villain watching her leave.

"Was nice catching up with you, Jin. Maybe next time we can swap more stories."

Twice ogled baffled as Y/N's figure walked away further and further until she was completely out of sight.

"Next time? There's gonna be a next time?

"There's still time  right now ! Go after her!"

"Shut up! She said so herself there will be a next time. Shigaraki will most likely want to know about this encounter."

Twice's gaze once again landed on the villain he now knew went by the alias of Overhaul.

"All right...What should I do...?"

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The moment Y/N waltzed into the classroom, she was greeted by the harshest death glare thrown her way that she had ever seen from Aizawa, if looks could kill, she would definitely be six feet under.

"How nice of you to finally grace us with your presence Y/N when class is over for the day, I think we need to have a little discussion." Aizawa growls as the brunette saunters closer towards him, his fingers gripping the edge of the podium to contain his growing frustration.

"Whatever you say, amore mio." Y/N cooed, blowing sensually into Aizawa's ear, resulting in the black-haired pro hero swatting her away.

"Now that Midoriya is back, we'll go into more detail about the work studies. Please come in."

Under Aizawa's request the door slid open. "We'll have people who experienced it firsthand tell you about how these are different from the internships. Listen carefully."

Two boys along with a girl strode inside the classroom, making their way to the front of the room next to where Y/N leaned against Aizawa's podium. "The three third years of U.A. who stand at the top of all current U.A. students-- Also known as the Big Three."

Taking in the appearance of the trio, Y/N instantly recognized that the blonde-haired boy closest to her carried himself with pure confidence, so much so that it was practically oozing out of him, he had a beaming smile glued onto his face as he crossed his forearms in an 'x' over his torso.

The only girl of the group took her place in between the two boys, her hands intertwined together behind her back as her eyes curiously gazed at the students of Class 1-A with a bright smile of her own plastered on her face.

The final student of the Big Three was notably timider compared to the other two. His body language spoke volumes to Y/N that indicated that the poor boy desperately wanted to flee if he could and hated all the attention that he was receiving at that very moment.

"The top of all U.A. students..."

"The Big Three..."

"The crown among the splendid U.A. students..." Iida chorused, staring in awe as did the rest of the class at the infamous Big Three.

"The ones closest to pro heroes among us..." Momo chimed in, her eyes gleaming with high respect for the three third year students.

"I heard that they're the ones we're supposed to be like..." Jiro revealed in a hushed tone.

"There's someone really pretty, too...They don't really seem like it."

Aizawa shifted his weight, slightly outstretching his hand in the direction of the three students. "Okay, can you please introduce yourselves briefly? Let's start with Amajiki."

The timid teen stares at them with at first glance seems like an intense glare which intimidates multiple students. However, in reality, Amajiki's glare was an attempt of his to imagine Class 1-A as potatoes.

"It's no good." The teen mumbles, his body begins to tremble gaining the attention of the two students standing next to him.

"Mirio, Hado... Even if I look out on them imagining that they're potatoes, everything other than their heads remain human. I still can't see them as anything but human. What should I do? I can't... say anything... My mind's...blank... I can't..."

Amajiki turns his back towards the stunned and confused students to face the wall as his body trembles continued. "I want to go home...!"

"Um, you are the top of U.A.'s hero course, right?" Ojiro hesitantly questioned his shivering upperclassman.

"Oh, listen, Amajiki! That's called having the heart of a flea! Even though you're human! It's so strange!" The girl jested at the trembling teenager before her gaze landed upon the students motioning her hand towards Amajiki.

"This is the flea, Tamaki Amajiki. And then, I'm Nejire Hado. We were asked to talk to you guys about work studies. But wait..."

Nejire curiously flutters her bright blue eyes before appoaching the students asking a variety of questions but never truly giving the students time to answer any of the questions she was asking them.

It didn't take long at all for Aizawa to grow frustrated with Nejire. An angry red aura surrounded the black-haired teacher as his eyes flashed red while his shaggy black hair floated off his shoulders.

"Isn't this lacking rationality?"

Realizing the teacher was getting wary with his friend's child-like behavior, Mirio quickly steps in for reassurance.

"Don't worry, Eraser Head! I'm going last to wrap things up, right?" The enthusiastic blonde-haired teen boasted, jerking his thumb targeted at himself.

Mirio attempts to break the ice using a joke that failed to be well received, resulting in the third-year student to laugh at his own joke.

"All three of them are weird. Even though they're called the Big Three, it's like..." Sato whispers to Koda and Tokoyami who adds in his own opinion about the three upperclassmen.

"You can't feel it in their personalities."

"Well, you guys look like you're not sure what's going on, right? We're third years who suddenly appeared to explain about work studies that aren't even required. That's confusing, right?"

Mirio contemplates as he glances at the puzzled expressions of Class 1-A. The teen then positions his chin in between his index finger and thumb and hummed in thought.

"You guys got your provisional licenses as first years, right? This year's first years are really...energetic, right? Besides, it looked like my jokes didn't work earlier, right?"

Nejire and Amajiki seem to catch on in the direction the blonde-haired third year was heading. Amajiki tilted his head towards his friend questioningly.

"Mirio?"

"Why don't you all fight me at once?" The teenager exclaims, shocking the entire class at his challenge.

"Wh... What?!"

"Fight you...?"

"Out of the blue?"

Mirio turned his attention onto the homeroom teacher completely bypassing the brunette at his side, while rubbing underneath his nose with his other hand on his hip.

"It's the most rational to have you all experience our experience firsthand, right? How about it, Eraser Head?"

"Do what you want." The pro hero granted, to which at this time Mirio locked eyes with Y/N in a form of acknowledgment.

"I'm not all that familiar with you. Who are you exactly?"

Y/N bumped her hip against Aizawa's causing a deep growl to rumble in the male's chest. "I'm this guy's partner in life and love."

"She's a pain in the neck is what she is but that's a discussion for another day."

Aizawa sighed, dragging his hand down the center of his face. "Don't worry about her, change into gym clothes and we'll meet at Gym Gamma."

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"Give me a break... This place is so dusty... I feel like I'll get sick."

Overhaul grumbles out his displeasure in the form of a complaint as he trailed behind Twice who led the mask bearing villain in the direction of an abandoned factory where the League of Villains laid in wait.

"Don't worry! The guys inside are already sick!" Twice reassured the accompanying villain as he pried open the large factory doors, revealing the League behind them.

"You brought a crazy big fish, huh, Twice?" Shigaraki noted allowing his eyes to take in the stature of the recognizable male that All for One had once told him about.

"Big fish? That ironic...League of Villains." Overhaul addressed cautiously, laying his gaze upon the members of the League one by one.

"What? Is that guy someone famous?"

"Master showed me a picture of him before. He's what you'd call "yakuza." The young head of the Shie Hassaikai."

Shigaraki discloses to the League in regard to Magne's curiosity as to who exactly the newcomer was.

"The young head of the Shie Hassaikai..." She parrots after digesting the new information. "So, he's the number two of organized crime? Oh my, I've never seen anything like him! He smells dangerous!"

"Organized crime? How's he different from us?" Toga questions, angling her head upwards from her sitting position of the floor of the factory in order to look at Mr. Compress who was sitting on a storage bin above her.

"All right, let me tell you. In the past, there were lots of scary groups that ran the underworld. But, after heroes started thriving, they were unmasked and disbanded. And once All Might appeared on the scene, that era was over. The survivors who hadn't been caught became designated villain groups... In other words, they were treated like villain reserves just scraping by to make a living under the watch of the police. Frankly, they're obsolete and should be a protected species."

Overhaul's eyes fluttered closed momentarily. 'Protected species, huh? Well, he's not wrong.'

"So, why is this impoverished yakuza boy here? Are you also on a high because of All Might's retirement?"

Magne pressed the brown-haired villain for answers with the intention of gaining more intel on the young head of the Shie Hassaikai.

"No, it's less about All Might and more about the loss of All for One." Overhaul corrected, striking a cord within Shigaraki at the mention of his master's name.

"The emperor of darkness who ruled over all of the underside of society. My generation treated him like an urban legend, but our elders believed they had reason to fear him. Even after he was rumored to be dead. But this time, he showed up in the flesh... All Might retired, and All for One was thrown into Tartarus. In other words, right now, for both those in the sun and those in the shadows, there is no leader."

Overhaul's golden gaze blinks back open during his brief pause. "So then, who will be the next leader?"

Shigaraki pushes his body off of the wall of the factory that he was leaning against, before taking several steps forwards.

"If you know who my master is, and you're still saying that... Are you here to challenge me? I'm the next leader. Even now, I'm gathering my troops, with one loose end. Our numbers will increase soon. And with that power, I'll crush hero society starting with its head."

"Do you have a plan?"

"A plan? You little..." Shigaraki fumes, agitation forming in his tone of voice.

Twice jolts realizing the growing tension in the air, he glances back and forth between the two villains anxiously. 

"You came here to join us, didn't you?"

"A goal with no plan is called a delusion." Overhaul saunters closer, though still maintaining a bit of distance from the blue-haired villain.

"If you present me with a delusion, then how am I supposed to react? What are you going to do after you increase your forces? How do you plan to manage them in the first place? What kind of organizational chart are you trying to create? Starting with Hero Killer: Stain, there was also Muscular, and Moonfish. They were all first-class game pieces, but you lost them right away, didn't you? Did you not understand how to use them? You can't even manage ten or so crazy people, and you're talking about increasing your forces? What'll you do after gathering power that you can't control?"

Overhaul judged in clear disappointment of Shigaraki's poor planning skills or lack of. "You need a plan in order to achieve your goal. And I have a plan. I didn't come here today because I wanted to join you."

"Twice, don't bring people before checking their intent." The blue-haired villain directly scolds the eccentric masked villain bitterly as Overhaul continued to indulge the League in his own set goals, plans, as well as beliefs.

"In order to execute my plan, I need a lot of money. There isn't really anyone willing to invest in some obsolete small-time yakuza. But it'd be different if I had you guys, with your increasing name recognition. Put yourselves under me. I'll show you how well I can use you. And then, I'll become the next leader."

"Go home." Shigaraki sneered at Overhaul's business proposal, every word out of the yakuza's mouth caused Shigaraki's mouth to sour with disdain.

Feeling displeased with what Overhaul was suggesting for the League to bend at will and become his subordinates, Magne sprung onto her feet to rush towards the brown-haired male.

"Sorry, yakuza boy, we didn't come together to be under someone." Using her Quirk, she manipulated Overhaul's body, drawing him close as she raised her giant magnet in an effort to attack him. Unfamiliar with how the brown-haired yakuza's quirk operated, she failed to realize the male tugging his white surgical glove off one of his hands.

"I'm here because I don't want to be bound by anything! We will decide where we belong!"

With just one light scratch of his index finger onto Magne's forearm as she was attempting to battery ram Overhaul using her giant magnet, spelled the unfortunate end for the League member.

Her entire upper body exploded into a gory mess that splattered into a massive pool of blood as droplets of blood rained over Overhaul while what was left of Magne toppled over onto the floor.

"B... Big Sis Mag...!" Toga wailed in distress, shock infusing her body after witnessing the sudden death of her close friend.

"You all made the first move." Overhaul defends, rising onto his feet from the crouching stance he had taken once he scratched Magne's arm.

"Argh, that's filthy. That's why I hate stuff like this..." The male grimaces as he tries to wipe of the blood that had dripped onto his clothes.

While Overhaul's attention was directed elsewhere for the moment, Mr. Compress hurled himself towards the dangerous yakuza male.

"Wait, Compress!" Shigaraki yells out the warning for the fellow League member a split second too late.

"This guy's trouble! I'll use my Compress to seal him away!"

A stray bullet penetrates Compress's forearm the moment Compress was simply inches away from touching Overhaul.

Rendering his quirk completely useless as nothing happened when the villain did indeed touch Overhaul, with the exception of hives breaking out onto Overhaul's skin where Mr. Compress laid his fingers on.

"I can't use my Quirk?!"

"Don't touch me!" Overhaul bellowed angrily, blindly swiping his own arm out he makes contact with Mr. Compress's left arm.

In a similar fashion as he had done to Magne, Compress's arm is blow to bits from his shoulder down.

Bearing witness to the death of one member and the serve injury of another Shigaraki sprinted for Overhaul, just as the two former corresponding incidents, a bullet flew into view although this time, it missed its intentional target.

The red bullet bounced against the hard floor putting Overhaul on instant high alert.

"Shield!"

An unknown subordinate of Overhaul rushed in between the small opening separating Overhaul from Shigaraki who without pause placed all five of his fingers onto the abdomen of the villain's human shield that crumbled to dust within a matter of seconds.

Shigaraki leaped a great distance away from Overhaul, skidding on the floor to a halt as he lifted his head. Finally getting a firm understanding grasp of the situation.

"I see."

The entirety of the wall behind Overhaul implodes, allowing multiple more subordinates of Overhaul's to flank by his side as backup.

"If you'd started with that, it would've been a lot easier to understand what you wanted."

The brown-haired villain cuts his eyes to the side where one of his subordinates concealed in a white cloak along with a bird-beak like mask, similar to Overhaul's, covering his face.

"You're late."

"I missed a shot. But there was enough immediate effectiveness." The male replied, lifting the gun he held in his hand.

"Wait, where did you...? We weren't being followed!" Twice screamed looking towards Shigaraki as he clutched tightly onto the injured Compress.

"It was probably someone's Quirk." Shigaraki calmly remarks, maintaining his attention locked squarely on Overhaul.

"I'll be hard to make objective decisions like this." Overhaul states as he continuously rubbed at his arm.

"Right. It's unproductive to cut down each other's forces, anyway. We're even right now with one corpse on each side. It's a good time to stop. Let's cool our heads and talk again another day. We'll owe you an arm."

"Bastard. I'll kill you!" Twice yells aguishly after the retreating Overhaul, watching the villain beginning to walk out into the night.

"Tomura, I can cut him. I'm going to, okay?" Toga seethes wielding her knife in her hand as she narrows her eyes at Overhaul.

"No." The blue-haired villain denies, suffering the loss of Magne combined with the loss of Compress's arm was a heavy blow as is, he didn't want to risk any further loss of any kind.

"Let me take responsibility!" Twice wails, trying to reason with Shigaraki who denies his plea. "No."

"A wise decision, Hand Guy."

"It doesn't have to be right away, but the sooner the better. Think carefully...about your own organization and stuff." Overhaul taunts from over his shoulder, tossing a Shie Hassaikai business card to Shigaraki's feet. "Give me a call once you've calmed down a bit."

"Wait, you bastard! Why did you stop me, Shigaraki?" Twice shrieks to no avail once again.

"Jin, more importantly, take Atsuhiro to the doctor." Toga advised making the male gasp softly in realization. "Can you stand?"

"My Quirk...wouldn't come out..." Mr. Compress groans from the immense pain coursing through him. "Damn, that hurts!"

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The brunette-haired woman gingerly rested her back against the hard cement. Closing her eyes as the warmth from the sunlight trickling through the trees kissed her skin, she sighed in blissful content.

More often than not she found herself yearning for the tranquility of visiting the cemetery, the dreariness that accumulated from locations such as a cemetery never seemed to bother her in any sort of way given how often she ventures out to visit a tombstone with the name S. Oda neatly craved into it.

"Hey, Odasaku, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Y/N spoke out loud almost as if she was actually talking to someone.

"I've been unexpectedly busy these days, by some odd coincidence I've found myself wrapped up into becoming an assistant teacher at a high school for young heroes in training."

Y/N pried her eyes open in the same moment her lips twitched into a soft smile.

"The kids are so strong and will only get stronger as time goes on, I've only known them for less than six months and yet I feel very attached to the whole class. They all have so much potential, looking forward to watching them grow even more and thrive. I even have another new partner who is certainly interesting to say the least. In some aspects I'd say that you and he have similar mannerisms. I think he even sounds like you when he speaks, though I can't say for certain since the last time I heard your voice was so long ago."

A crisp gentle breeze loosely brushed Y/N's face framing chocolate-colored waves behind her shoulder, a soft chuckle emerging from the woman's throat as a result. "Are you here? Listening to me, Odasaku?"

Y/N's painfully obnoxious ringtone blaring killed the peaceful silence. Glancing down at the caller ID brightly displayed on her lock screen the brunette-haired woman huffed at the programmed name 'Slug'.

She very much contemplated just letting the phone continue to ring until it was sent to her voicemail. Working day in and day out with Chuuya meant that she knew the red-haired male like the back of her hand. She was familiar with all his habits, how he conducted things, so on and so forth.

One of those many things included what Chuuya's pet peeves were, his biggest one being whenever Y/N purposely ignored his phone calls in order just to piss him off.

Though the thought of ignoring his phone call at the present time was very appealing to the brunette, her curiosity had gotten the better of her, thus resulting in her answering the call in the long run.

"Hi Chuuya!~ Are you calling to finally honor me with your dying words? Make sure you whimper pretty for me with your last breath." She purred teasingly into the phone as the sound of the red-haired gravity user growling lowly echoed back.

"I'm already regretting this, you're impossible to deal with. Do the whole world a favor and drop dead already, would ya?"

"No can do, my dear little hat rack, you already know that I'm waiting for the perfect person to commit a lover's suicide with me."

"Setting your strange fetishes aside..."

Y/N could practically hear Chuuya's eyerolling through the built in microphone. "I called you for a specific reason. Does the name Overhaul mean anything to you?"

"Can't say that it does."

Y/N denounced resting the back of her head on the curved top of the tombstone as she directed her eyes onto the blue sky. Her mind wandering back to the other day when she had first laid her eyes upon the male that went by the name Overhaul.

  'He must be something of a big deal for being on the Mafia's radar.'

"Why are you asking?"

"He has reached out to the boss, evidently he is in dire need of resources and money to construct some sort of drug to sell in the black market. The full extent of the details for this drug remains unclear for the moment, however through some digging it was made known to our knowledge that he is the head of a small organization called the Shie Hassaikai. He appeared very prescient on forming a partnership with the Mafia, so much so that the Boss had extended an invitation out for the Shie Hassaikai to come to headquaters tomorrow. Do with this information what you will."

"My, my, what intriguing intel. Why bother sharing with me though?" Y/N hummed, a smirk threatening to tug at the corner of her lips hearing her ex-partner kiss his teeth through the phone.

"Since you're off playing Miss Goody-Two Shoes, I took it upon myself to at least make you aware of Overhaul and his organization. It's no secret to anyone that you are not only involved with the Armed Detective Agency, but you are now coexisting with pro heroes as well. How shocking." Chuuya sassed in rebuttal, scoffing with disgust at her actions as he did so.

"What a perfect loyal dog I have! Reporting back to your master as you should, such a very good boy~"

"Say that shit to my face and I promise you I'll knock your perfect teeth down your throat." The redhead snapped angrily, his balled-up fist banging hard on the tabletop of his desk with force.

"I'd absolutely love to see you try. You won't get very far, with you being so short and all."

"Is my height the only insult your pea-sized brain muster up, Mackerel?"

"My poor slug, you're clearly confused. It is exactly my brain that has gone us out of many tight situations. Don't get that pretty head of yours twisted. Would you rather me talk about your horrendous hats and extremely tacky fashion sense?" Y/N taunted failing to contain hints of obvious amusement to seep into her tone.

"Goodbye. Talking to you is shaving precious, valuable years off of my life."

Chuuya hastily ended the conversation, making the brunette to pull her phone back from her ear and pout.

"How rude, his manners have gone straight down the drain, didn't they?"

Heaving herself onto her feet Y/N tucked her phone back into her pocket as she spared another glance down at the tombstone with a deep sigh.

"Shie Hassaikai, huh? It seems to me that I have some digging of my own to do. From what it sounds like, they could be a potential threat one way or another. Sorry to cut my visit with you on the short side, until next time, Odasaku."

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On her way back to the school grounds of U.A. Y/N spots two familiar figures, Midoriya and Mirio on patrol dressed in their hero costumes talking amongst themselves, with their backs facing her as they slowly marched forward. She remembered hearing that the green-haired teen had earned a work study with Sir Nighteye, who was brought forth to the pro hero by his upperclassman.

Grinning warmly at the scene, the brunette continued her advance onwards to the school. However, before she could take a step further towards her destination, the body of a little girl who very plainly was attempting to escape from something collided into the brunette's left side.

The startled little girl yelps as the impact from running straight into the brunette knocks her down to the ground.

"Oh, my deepest apologies, little Belladonna. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Y/N cooed in light tone as she immediately kneels next to the downed little girl. In effort to bring the child the smallest amount of comfort the brunette reaches out for the girl, with the intention of helping her stand back up on her feet.

As her hand neared closer and closer for the little girl, the child's ruby red eyes trembled in fear in the same moment she released a shaky breath, all the while cowering into herself just the slightest bit made Y/N freeze up on the spot.

Y/N's eyes drift from the girl's terrified facial expression down to the girl's arms, which were wrapped heavily in sickening identical bandages like the very ones she wore.

"Dazai-sensei?" The brunette heard Midoriya call out her name, the teenager must have noticed the little girl run into her but Y/N couldn't care less at the moment.

Her sole focus was locked onto the bandages that were messily covering the little girl's arms. The more Y/N stared at the bandages, the angrier she could slowly feel herself becoming.

"Can you stand? Are you okay?"

Midoriya who was now kneeling on the ground adjacent to Y/N, tried his luck in reaching for the scared little girl, though the brunette harshly slapped his hands away the instant she realized what he was trying to do. In response Y/N securely wrapped both her arms around the girl and tugged the child into her embrace.

"Don't touch her."

"Now, you know..." A voice spoke out within the same dark alley that the little girl emerged from. The eyes of Mirio, Midoriya, and Y/N landed onto Overhaul's approaching form.

The brunette's grip on the young child tightened ever so slightly when the little girl flinched just from the sound of his voice.

"...You can't go around causing trouble for the heroes."

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"I'm sorry about my daughter, hero. She likes to play around a lot and keeps getting hurt. I don't know what to do with her." The corners of Overhaul's eyes crinkle, giving the indication to the two teenagers that he was smiling under the bird beak mask he was adorning.

Mirio hastily swipes the palm of his hand against the hood of Midoriya's mask to conceal the green-haired boy's face who was showing clear signs of nervousness about running into the villain. 

"Your hood and mask came off again. Maybe the sizing's off?"

Acting as inconspicuous as humanely possible, Mirio smiled innocently back at the villain they had been warned by Sir Nighteye to avoid. "We're sorry, too, for bumping into her. With that lovely mask, you must be from the Hassaikai, right? You guys are famous around here."

"Yes, don't worry about the mask. I'm sensitive to filth. It's my first time seeing you two heroes." 

Feeling the girl in her arms physically shiver in her arms, Y/N took matters in her own hands, momentarily tuning out everyone except for the frightened little girl nestling against her. 

She leaned back slightly, the child whimpered in response as she tried to chase after the warmth Y/N's body provided. The brunette very softly brushed her hand against the girl's cheek as her eyes landed on the singular pointed horn on the crown of her head. 

"I like your horn."

"H..Huh? You do?" Y/N used the pad of her thumb to gently wipe the tears slowly rolling down the girl's cheek. 

"Of course I do, it's very pretty." She flashes the young girl a lopsided grin hoping to bring at least the smallest bit of comfort for her. The young child didn't respond, instead she borrowed herself back into Y/N's body, almost as if she was trying to hide herself inside Y/N's clothing themselves.

"Right! We're still new, so we're pretty nervous." Mirio pleasantly responds, acting as the oblivious friendly young hero, careful not to tip off the villain in any sort of way as he scratched the back of his head. "Now, stand up, partner! Let's head toward a future we haven't seen yet!"

 Overhaul's whole dismissive demeanor spoke volumes, wanting nothing more than to just snatch the little girl out from the brown-haired woman's arms and distance himself away from the diseased plagued heroes.

"Is she a hero too?" The villain faintly tips his head in the direction of the kneeling brunette.

"No." Y/N bites before either of the two students could answer for her, in a bone-chilling tone. 

A completely different manner from how she was speaking to the little child just a moment ago. 

 Lifting her head up her eyes noticeably darkened into dark, cold voids. "I'm simply a teacher, quirkless, I don't have the proper means to be a hero." 

Technically to be fair, she wasn't lying. She really didn't have a quirk; she had an ability. 

Overhaul didn't need to know that though. Not yet, at least.

An excited gleam shimmers within the villain's golden orbs. "Quirkless, you say? How uniquely rare these days."

"I'm one in a million." Y/N quipped with her fake smile that she had mastered expertly over the years despite the feeling of her blood boiling in rage. 

Every instinct in her body was screaming at her that Overhaul was the source of the little girl's pain and suffering. 

The brunette already had come to that assumption the very moment the girl flinched just by the sound of Overhaul's voice.

"Indeed, you are Miss? I'm sorry I never caught your name." Overhaul drawled, momentarily disregarding the two students as he had zoned completely onto Y/N, fully intrigued by her lack of a quirk.

"Dazai." 

She opted to be truthful by sharing her name instead of offering a fake to the villain. She knew her name would come to light for the villain sooner or later. 

If what Chuuya had informed her about Overhaul wanting to partner with the Port Mafia was correct, then there was no doubt in her mind that her name would somehow come up into the conversation one way or another.

Besides that, chances are that Overhaul was more likely than not, been in contact with the League, who definitely knew her name. After all, Twice did seem to be captivated by the brown-haired villain the other day. 

At the end of it all, he would've known her true identity whether she liked it or not. 

"You're of a dying breed, Dazai. It's not every day that I come across someone who is quirkless." Overhaul remarks eerily, somewhat fascinated by the brown-haired woman due to the newfound fact of her being quirkless. 

He would have to look more into her.

"What agency do you two belong to?"

"We're students! We're still so new that it would be presumptuous to identify with an agency. We're just gaining some experience in different places for our internships. Anyway, we need to finish patrolling this division by lunch." 

Mirio explains vaguely as he waved his hand forward at Midoriya and Y/N, motioning for the two to follow.

"Let's go! Ma'am, we'll escort you back to the school where you're employed at." 

"Right!" The green-haired teen agrees instantly, casting a glance at his teacher hoping to get away without incident.

Y/N clenched her jaw as she reluctantly began to loosen her grip on the child. She halted her movements once the little girl latched her fingers into the right side of Y/N's shirt, just below her collarbone.

Tears gathered at the edge of the girl's waterline; her ruby eyes trembled greatly in fright. 

"D...Don't go...Please..." She stuttered in a hushed tone, terrified over the thought of what would happen to her when Overhaul got his hands back on her.

"U-Um...Your daughter...seems scared..." Midoriya points out, his eyes blown wide as he skeptically observed the villain.

It didn't go unnoticed by Y/N when Overhaul furrowed his eyebrows; he was becoming suspicious with their continuous prying. 

This promptly set the brunette on high alert. 

"It's because she just got a scolding."

Mirio shot the green-haired teen a weary expression. "Let's go!" 

"Wait...but..." 

"Her poorly applied bandages don't seem like they're from playing too much... I should know given the fact that I also have bandages covering my arms." 

Y/N interrupts, full on glaring dreadfully at the villain at this point. She tugs the left sleeve of her trench coat down past her elbow, showcasing her own bandaged wrapped arm. 

"What you're claiming doesn't make sense." The little girl clutched Y/N's clothing a little tighter during the same moment a small tear steamed down her face.

"She falls a lot." Overhaul justifies becoming more standoffish and dismissive.

Like the whole ordeal of his supposed daughter being hurt was insignificant and bothersome.

"For such a small child to be trembling like this without making a sound... I don't think that's normal..." Midoriya scowls as he sidesteps in front of his teacher cradling the child, whom was absent mindedly running her fingers through the girl's messy, pale blue hair. 

Overhaul narrows his eyes at the green-haired teen. "Please don't force your own "normal" on other people's families."

"Everyone has different dispositions, right?" Mirio chimed in an effort to defuse the growing tension, a heavy frown fell upon his face shortly afterward. 

"What are you doing to this girl?" 

Midoriya grits heatedly, his emotions getting the best of him as he too narrows his eyes at the latter. Too wrapped up with the urge to protect this girl from the villain, any worry he had of repercussions were thrown far out of the window. 

Something was terribly wrong here.

Overhaul sighs dramatically and shrugs his shoulders. "Jeez, heroes are so sensitive to the subtle signs in people, huh? Very well. It's embarrassing to talk about it. People are watching here, so will you come this way with me?" 

The male turns on a dime back down the alley he and the little girl had first appeared out from. Luring the two young heroes and Y/N along behind him but not before the two students shared a knowing look with Y/N as she rose onto her feet and adjusted the little girl on her hip.

"Actually, recently, I've had a lot of problems with Eri. She just keeps defying me no matter what I say." 

'Abuse...?' Y/N swallowed down the growl threatening to escape her throat. 

'He is a lot like Mori.'

"Parenting, huh? It must be hard." Mirio mutters in response, keeping his guard up as they follow the villain deeper and deeper down in the darkness of the alley. 

Secluded from any witnesses or backup. 

"Yes, children are hard to understand." Overhaul's right-hand slips down to his left wrist, his index finger dips into the opening of his surgical glove. "They feel like they can and will become someone..."

Y/N hears the girl suck in a shaky breath at his action. The air amongst them drastically became noticeably cold as ice and malicious. 

"They seriously think that..."

Some sort of unspoken communication had occurred between Overhaul and Eri unknowingly to the two heroes and the teacher as Eri regretfully loosened her hold on the brunette and wiggled her way out of Y/N's arms to run next to Overhaul's side, startling Midoriya. 

"Huh?"

"What, done with your tantrum already?" The brown-haired male condescends while retracting his hand from the glove, as to which the little girl silently nods her head.

"Huh? Um, Eri...?" Midoriya stares at Eri with serious concern lacing into his features.

"She's always like this. I'm sorry you had to listen to my problems, too. Sorry for the trouble. Well, do your best at work." Overhaul bows distinctly to sell his apology, then ultimately strolling into the shadows with little Eri in tow.

"Wait--" 

Y/N extends her arm out in front of the green-haired boy, biting down hard on her tongue to hold herself back as well. 

A familiar metallic taste soon flooded the inside of her mouth. She saw a glimpse of her younger self inside Eri. Frightened and disoriented. It pained her greatly to stand by and watch the girl walk away with her abuser like a kicked puppy.

"Sensei...why?"

"Stop it Midoriya. We're not going after them." Her jaw instinctively clenched, the brunette closed her eyes, breathing deeply through her nose to recollect herself. 

"Didn't you notice? He showed his killing intent to pull that girl back to him." 

"If we chase after them too far, it'll be even harder to catch him." Mirio reasons sternly, sparing a firm look at his underclassman. "Let's ask Sir what to do."

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"The young people these days are sicker than ever. Chrono, prepare the bath. When you're finished with that, I need you to look into someone by the name of Dazai for me. I feel like I've heard that name from somewhere..." 

Overhaul gives orders to his right-hand man while they trudge through the maze of halls of the underground compound the Shie Hassaikai used as their base.

"Yes, sir." Chrono replies without a beat trailing behind Overhaul while he carried Eri princess style in his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Boss! I just took my eyes off her for a second, and that kid escap--" The appointed jittery watcher of Eri stammers an excuse in his defense, not that it mattered. His fate was already sealed.

Fed up with enough as is, Overhaul didn't hesitate to reach his ungloved palm for the frightened male, killing him instantly.

"And clean that up." The brown-haired male rasps frustratingly, the whole confrontation with the young heroes had put him on edge.

"Yes, sir."

"This is maddening... They're all sick with the hero syndrome...Such disgusting creatures."

Silence engulfed the two men as they trudged throughout the seemingly endless hallways. Their walk eventually led them to the door of Overhaul's experimentation room.

"Eri, don't disobey me anymore. You're the crux of my plan. Please, don't make me get my hands dirty."  Eri blankly kept her eyes drifted on the floor while Overhaul addressed her with Chrono adjusting the bandages on her right arm.

Shie Hassaikai member, Mimic, slowly saunters inside the room waving his arm as he did so to catch the brown-haired villain's attention. "Overhaul, there's a call for you. It's from Shigaraki from the League of Villains. He said he'd give you his answer..."

"That happened faster than I had excepted it would." The villain sighs, he wanted to carry on with his plans of experimenting on Eri for the day but at the moment that would have to wait. 

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"I was made to walk in circles underground for 30 minutes. I feel like I've become an ant! What's up with a yakuza's house, anyway?" Shigaraki voices his complaints bitterly, feeling irritated with the yakuza's ridiculous base layout.

"We don't know who's watching or from where, nor do we know what our guests are thinking. A number of underground routes lead here. This reception room is also one of our hidden underground rooms." 

Overhaul reveals in a calm tone not at all fazed by Shigaraki's attitude, the base was truly a maze of hallways. It was very easy to navigate through if you knew where you were going.

"We've been able to survive until now became of small details like this. Anyway! What you said on the phone--You meant it, right? That you'd join us as long as certain conditions were met." 

"Don't interpret it in your favor." 

Shigaraki takes a seat on the couch parallel to Overhaul and kicks his foot onto the top of the glass coffee table in the middle fully acquainted with the knowledge of Overhaul's germaphobia. Armed with that specific knowledge, he uses that to gain an upper hand.

 "You guys want the name of our League of Villains. We want to increase our strength. Our needs coincide."

"Put your foot down. It'll get dirty." The brown-haired villain gripes as he leans his temple to rest against his knuckles.

"Will you put your foot down, please? That's what you should be saying, young head. You should really be bowing down to me." Shigaraki jeers sarcastically at the latter he then proceeds to commence his list of necessary requirements for the business partnership to work. 

 "First, we won't put ourselves under you. We'll move however we want. Half-- in other words, a joint partnership. If that's what this is, then we'll help."

"So those are the conditions?

"One more thing." Shigaraki adds, holding up a finger. 

"The plan you said you had. Tell me what it is. That's a reasonable condition. I want to consider whether or not there's merit in lending you our name. For that matter--" Shigaraki goes about reaching for something inside his black jacket he was wearing, Mimic and Chrono leap into action assuming that the villain was about to reveal something that could be threatening to them. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

"You're doing too much of what you want." Chrono expressed his point in the action of pressing a gun into the back of Shigaraki's skull.

"Who do you think you are, punk?!" Mimic shrieks, using his quirk, he had a very strong, iron tight grip on the top of the blue-haired villain's right shoulder.

"Who do you think you are? One of your disposable small fry versus our Hikiishi. Those lives are not worth the same. Plus, the worth of one of Compress' arms. If we don't get some concessions from you, then it won't be worth it for us."  Shigaraki coldly drones out of spite, calculatingly lifting his open hand in the form of an intimidating silent threat.

"Stay back, Kurono, Mimic.  He came all this way with his offer. Let's hear him out to the end. You weren't finished." Overhaul gestures his hand waiting for the blue-haired male to continue.

"Tell me the details of your plan. Well, I have some idea of what it is, anyway." 

Reaching once more inside his jacket Shigaraki plucks out a single red bullet pressed in between his thumb and index finger, the same mysterious bullet that had hit both Magne and Compress. 

"It has something to do with this, right?"

Nighteye Agency Meeting Room

"Thanks to the information we received from you all, the investigation has moved forward substantially. We will now have a conference to share what information we have acquired regarding what the small organization, Shie Hassaikai, is planning." Sir Nighteye addresses the room full of heroes ranging from minor to major. 

A number of U.A. students who were expecting to continue their work studies that day also accompanied themselves inside the meeting room. 

"I'm completely in the dark about this... "Hassai"? What's that?" Kirishima ponders, staring up at his mentor, Fat Gum.

"They might be thinkin' of doin' something' bad, so this is a time for us to discuss it together. You two are also very much involved." Tamaki's attention flickers down to his lightly bandaged upper arm where he was shot by a mysterious bullet that caused his quirk to not work much to his worry and confusion.

"Well then, let us begin." Nighteye's sidekick, Bubble Girl spoke, commencing the meeting they were gathered there for. 

"Those of us from Nighteye Agency have been conducting an independent investigation into the designated villain group known as the Shie Hassaikai for about two weeks."

"What prompted this?"  One of the many heroes sat around the meeting table, called out.

"An accident involving a gang of thieves called the Reservoir Dogs." 

Y/N, who was brought along to the meeting with Aizawa, suddenly perked up in remembrance. 

'That's who Twice and I must have seen the other day when they had the unfortunate opportunity of stumbling across Overhaul.'

"I heard about that."

"The police wrote it off as an accident, but there were a number of points that didn't make sense, so we began tailing them."  Bubble Girl clarifies as another sidekick at Nighteye's agency, Centipeder, picked up where his comrade left off.

"I, Centipeder, conducted a follow-up investigation. In my investigation, I found that, in the past year, the members of Shie Hassaikai, have increased contact with those outside of their organization and other groups involved with shady businesses. Moving with the aim of expanding their organization and increasing their funds. And soon after beginning the investigation, he was in contact with a member of the League of Villains, Jin Bubaigawara, villain name: Twice."

A blown-up image of Twice conversing with Overhaul is displayed on a big screen.

 "They were wary of being tailed, and I was unable to follow them, but with the help of police, I was able to confirm that an altercation had occurred between the two organizations." 

A different image pans on the screen, this image showed a busted up abandoned factory wall with police cars surrounding the scene.

"Rumors are spreading around that the Shie Hassaikai is also attempting to partner with the Port Mafia."  

Hearing this new bit of information Aizawa's eyes snap over to Y/N occupying the seat next to him, she in return leans forward in her chair with interest.

 "The Port Mafia is known to serve as a vendor for chemical weapons and criminal personnel. While it remains a mystery to us whether or not they dabble in the drug industry, they for certain deal entirely in illegal products. Never faltering from overseeing shady operations and forming connections."

"Since the League was involved, they also reached out to Tsukauchi and me." Gran Torino informs, the hero sitting adjacent to him glanced over at the older pro hero. "Where is Tsukauchi?"

"There were other eyewitness reports to look into, so he went to check them out." Gran Torino turned his gaze onto the green-haired teen sitting a few chairs down on the other side of the table. 

"Kid, I didn't think it would end up like this. I'm afraid I've pulled you into something troublesome."

"I don't think of it as troublesome!" Midoriya denies the older pro hero's claim. 

His upperclassman looked over towards the green-haired teen in wonder. "You know him?"

"Oh, yes. He took care of me during my internship..."

"Please continue" Nighteye urged Bubble Girl, light shining over his glasses when he faintly lowered his head.

"So after all this happened, we put out a request for help on the HN--"

"You can skip that part."

"Right!"

Uraraka flutters her eyes, not have heard that phrase before. "HN?"

"Hero Network. It's an online service only those with pro licenses can access. You can see reports of what all the heroes in the country are working on and request help from heroes with helpful Quirks!" Neijire explains to her partners with a cheerful smile.

"Even if they're from U.A. why are there kids here? We'll never get anywhere with them here. The sun'll set before we get to the actual plan."  Rock Lock scoffs while side eyeing Midoriya who nervously gulped.

"Hate to burst your bubble, but these kids have managed to gather more information regarding this case than you have. But yeah sure, keep your obsolete trash talk coming Mr. Rock Lock, because from my perspective, the only individual stopping us from moving forward to the actual plan, is you." Y/N cockily smirked at the pro hero who shot her a dirty look in retaliation, across the table she could hear the handful of her students snickering under their breath.

"She's absolutely correct! These two have super important information!" Fat Gum exclaimed jumping up from his chair he waved his hand gesturing to the startled Kirishima and Tamaki. 

"Anyway, I think I'm meetin' a lot of you for the first time, so I'm Fat Gum! Nice to meet you!"

'He's so round and cute! He looks like he gives the world's best hugs.' Y/N gushed internally over the BMI pro hero.

Nighteye clears his throat loudly, drawing everyone's attention back onto himself. 

"We suspect one of the Hassaikai's main sources of income is unauthorized drugs. So I requested help from heroes who are well-versed in those matters."

"I crushed tons of guys like that back in the day! And then, at Red Riot's debut fight the other day...! Fat Gum announced, crushing up a fist full of candy in his hand.

 "Tamaki was shot by something! A type I'd never seen before."

Fat Gum opens his clenched fist, the contents of the crushed-up candy spilling out on the floor.

"A drug that destroys Quirks."

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Alarmed, Mirio springs up from the chair with a concerned expression on his face. "What?! Tamaki, you're okay, right?"

"Yeah." The timid teen muttered, lifting his hand to reveal a cow hoof as proof. 

"I recovered after I slept."

"I feel better knowing that you can recover from it. So, it's not gone for good?" Rock Lock implored side-eying the teenager.

"No. We will hear from Eraser Head on the matter." Sir Nighteye states, motioning his arm towards the black-haired pro hero.

"It seems to be a little different from my Erasure since I don't attack the Quirk itself directly. The Quirk is an extra part with a special function added to a basic human body. Those "extra parts" are lumped together as Quirk genes.  I only stop those genes temporarily but I can't directly inflict damage on them. From my understanding along with observations, Y/N's ability can remove those genes completely for a limited time, though it doesn't harm these genes."

"Right after Tamaki was shot, we had the hospital take a look at him, and his Quirk genes were damaged." Fat Gum informed the mass of fellow pro heroes occupying the meeting room.

 "Thankfully, they healed on their own, and he's now back to normal, though."

Nighteye interlinked his fingers together and hummed. "What about the analysis on what was shot into him?"

"There was nothin' wrong with the rest of his body. It was only his Quirk that received any damage. The guy who shot him isn't sayin' anything' either! The gun is in pieces and the only bullet we had was the one that'd been shot!" 

The BMI hero exclaims, his hand momentarily balling up into tightly clenched fists.

"But thanks to Kirishima's brave actions that led to one bouncing' off his body, we were able to get one still filled with the drug!"

Fat Gum's face suddenly contoured into an expression that didn't set well at all with Y/N. "And after analyzin' the contents, we discovered something' that made me sick."  

A hauntingly disturbing glint flickers through Fat Gum's eyes as a look of revolution crossed over his face.

"Human blood and cells were inside!"

Y/N uncomfortably shifts in her seat as her jaw clenched tensely. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest in the room that had run silent at the unexpected revelation. 

The word's that had fell past Fat Gum's lips washed over the brunette like a tsunami of frigid ice-cold water.  Her eyebrows pinched together in immense concentration, so much so she didn't even waiver the moment her fingernails began to dig into the fleshy center on her palm, leaving half crescent moon shaped marks in their wake. 

The brunette swallows down the lump forming and clears her throat. "In other words, the effect from this drug came from a person...? Specifically, from this person's Quirk? How does that drug link back to the Hassaikai?"

"The man Kirishima captured, and the illegal drug thar guy used! The distribution channels for things like that are complex. It's gotten a lot smaller these days, but various people and organizations sell them wholesale until they finally reach the end user. There's no proof that the Hassaikai handled the goods, but they did interact with one of the intermediaries."

"That's it?"

"The other day, when Ryuku's team broke up a fight between two villain groups, controlling one of the groups was the intermediary dealer organization." Nighteye somberly says with a heavy sigh.

"One of the two that turned giant had been given an infior drug that doesn't last very long. There have been a rash of gang-related crimes recently, and most could be connected to the Hassaikai if you tried hard enough." Ryuku comments, her voice edged with uneasiness.

"It sounds like you're trying really hard to make the Hassaikai guilty. Don't you have something that implicates them more obviously?" Rock Lock scoffs lowly while faintly cocking his head.

"I do." Nighteye reaffirms just as the image on the screen changes to a photograph of someone who Y/N was quickly beginning to loath entirely.

Nighteye's face grew dark, "The young head, Chisaki's Quirk is Overhaul. His power lets him disassemble and restore things. Disassemble... A Quirk that lets him break things and then fix them. And a bullet that can break down Quirks."

A gut wrenching feeling churned deep inside Y/N's stomach; her chest tightened tremendously making it difficult for the brunette-haired woman breathe. 

Her upper canine tooth unconsciously pierced into the side of her cheek. Her left leg inattentively shook underneath the table from unrelentless tension that continued to mount as the softspoken, defeated sounding, pleads Eri made for Y/N not to leave her bared down on her senses. 

Her eyes locked onto the two teenage boys sitting at the top of the table, closest to where Nighteye was seated, fully aware that they too were having major inner conflict with themselves just as she was.

"Chisaki has a daughter named Eri. There are no records or details about her birth, but when Mirio, Midoriya, and Dazai encountered her, she had a large number of bandages wrapped around her arms and legs."

"Don't tell me something so horrific..." Ryuku fumed as she cast her eyes to the ground. 

"It's a society of superhumans. If you can dream it, you can do it." 

"What? What are you talking about?" Kirishima questions very obviously confused as well as concerned. He glances up at Fat Gum witnessing the room become severely dreary. 

"Are you sure we need the kids?" Rock Lock sneers as he rolls his eyes.

 "I'll only say this once. We're wondering if this Chisaki bastard is turning his daughter's body into bullets and selling them."

Images of Eri's poorly applied bandages wrapped around her arms and legs flickered through the brunette's mind causing her to growl underneath her breath. 

'I'm going to kill him.' 

"We don't know if he's actually selling the bullets. At their current stage, their efficacy is still too uncertain. However, if they're at the test stage, and he's using them as samples to gather more to his cause...There is no hard evidence. But he's gathering people and funds across the nation...If the completed drug would be able to completely destroy someone's Quirk...? I'm sure they'll have many ideas for crimes using this." Sir Nighteye states dreadfully. 

"Just imagining' it makes my blood boil! Let's go find him right now!" Fat Gum shouts, balling up his hand the BMI hero slammed his closed fist onto the top of the meeting table.

Rock Lock tsked while glancing to the side, narrowing his eyes at Midoriya and Mirio who both held their head down. "Wouldn't this have been resolved already if those two had just taken the child?"

The pro hero's eyes trailed from the two teenagers before looking squarely onto Y/N's cold and calculating steady gaze. 

" As a matter of fact, now that I'm thinking about it, Dazai's ability cancels out all Quirks, doesn't it? If that is the case, why didn't you stop him? It would have been as easy as blinking to you. If you had acted on something then that little girl would be safe at this very moment. Yet, you let her walk away..."

Y/N masked her emotions behind a calm, expressionless face as she stared down at the pro hero.

 "Chisaki was put under the impression that I was Quirkless, which isn't entirely a lie. I used that little detail for cover which I plan to use to my advantage as my trump card should I need to. It would have been impossible for me to just take the child from him or apprehended him at that moment without tipping him off." The brunette slightly tilted her head down, the brown color of her eyes darkening with every passing second of her intense glare.

"I'd suggest that you make sure that the information you have is factual if you ever want to question my actions again."

"I take full responsibility for what happened. Please do not blame them. Even though they didn't know the full story, the three of them acted to save the girl. Midoriya was willing to bear the risk of taking her then, but Mirio thought ahead and acted to try again when the odds were better. The ones most frustrated here right now are these two, as well as Dazai is, I'm sure." Nighteye speaks up in defense, in order to relieve a small bit of tension from the two adults glaring daggers at each other.

"Why is someone who used to be in the Port Mafia even allowed in this meeting? She could be pulling the wool right over all our eyes just to be playing on both sides for all I know. Who is to say that she can truly be trusted?" Rock Lock grumbled as he jerked a finger in the direction of the brunette who remained unfazed as hushed whispered from various pro heroes echoed across the room.

"Be rest assured that I'm on no one's side but my own, however that doesn't insinuate that I'm a double agent nor will I deny what I had done in the past. I simply want to help people, and right now my one and only priority is to save poor little Eri. These wild speculations you are trying to pin on me will lead us to nowhere but wasted time.  I don't care if you don't like me, but you have to at least put some trust in me for the sake of the suffering." 

Midoriya along with Mirio, leaped out of their chairs with determined faces as they looked fiercely at their mentor.

 "We will definitely take Eri next time...and protect her!"

"It's fine for the kids to show off, but if it's what we think, that girl's the crux the young head will want to hide, right? She got out because of some kind of trouble. On top of that, some kid heroes saw her! You think he'll just keep her at home? I wouldn't if I were him." Rock Lock comments, jabbing his thumb towards himself.

 "Even if we push our way in, it won't matter if she's not there. Have you already identified where she is?"

"That is the real issue. Since we don't know how far their plans have gotten, we have one chance to strike when it counts. To that end, we have found groups with connections to the Hassaikai or land owned by the Hassaikai, and made as thorough a list as possible." Nighteye goes on to explain as a geographical map of Japan was the next image on the screen with several locations of the map pinpointed in red.

"I would like you all to investigate each place and narrow the list down to possible locations"

"For someone who was All Might's former sidekick, you sure are careful." Fat Gum pointed out which drew Nighteye's attention onto the BMI pro hero.  

"This is too roundabout! While we're takin' our time, that poor little girl, Eri, is probably cryin'!" He bellows urgently, his hand that he had kept balled up into a fist shook in anger.

"We cannot become All Might. That's why we must put together our analysis and predictions and try to make the possibility of saving her as close to 100% as we can."

"We can't rush." Gran Torino interjected, feeling the same as Fat Gum did, however he knew that they needed to plan their attack properly. 

"If we make a big fuss about this and then don't get her, this could be the kindling for something bigger. Like how Stain's capture became an ad for the League. In fact, that might've been the intent behind distributing Quirk-destroying weapons to those hoodlums."

"You're thinkin' too much! If you keep sayin' stuff like that, you won't be able to do anything'!" Fat Gum shouts in rebuttal, standing firm to the fact that they were wasting time just sitting around waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Y/N groans as she scratched the back of her head. "The old man is right. We can't just rush into this raid blindly. We have to take the proper precautions for the safety of everyone involved.  The risk is too great. If we screw this one chance up then it will be too late."

"How long is long enough?! Eri will die unless we don't do something right now!"

Aizawa slowly raised his hand. "Um... Can I ask a question?" Nighteye silently nodded his head at the black-haired male.

"I don't know how your Quirk works exactly, Sir Nighteye, but if you can predict the future, then why don't you just use Foresight to see our futures? If we continue like this, it seems a bit illogical."

The green-haired pro hero directed his eyes downcast behind his glasses, avoiding eye contact as much as humanely possible. "I... cannot do that."

"What do you mean?" 

"My Foresight requires a 24-hour interval between activations. In other words, I can only use it on one person for one hour each day. In addition, it's played in my mind like a flashback. Please think of it as the ability to watch a film of someone else's life for an hour after activation. However, that film is all from the perspective of that person. All I can see is that person's actions and a little bit of their surroundings"

"Well, that still should be enough to let you find out a lot, though." Y/N comments while lacing her fingers together as her elbows rested on the top of the table. "What exactly do you mean by saying you can't do that?"

Nighteye increasingly grew more distressed as the male hung his head while pushing his glasses further up on his face. 

 "What if in that person's near future, death...just a merciless death was waiting? My Quirk should be used only after we have drawn out the highest probability of success, when it can be used to ensure our victory. It shouldn't be used haphazardly when there are still so many uncertainties."

"What?! But death is information, too! We could put together a plan to avoid it!" Rock Lock protested as his eyes pinched together at the green-haired pro who clenched his teeth. 

"Or just embrace it!" Y/N chimes playfully which earned her a hard flick to her forehead from Aizawa.

"It isn't the same as fortunetelling. I have no conclusive evidence that it can be avoided."

"Fine, use it on me! I'll show you I can avoid it!" Rock Lock stubbornly argued back as he slammed his open palm down onto the table with force.

"No!"

The whole room ran dead silent. So much so that Y/N could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her eardrums to the point that it was nearly deafening. 

Her mind was trapped in a dark hazy abyss resulting in her losing momentary sense of reality. The brunette released a shaky breath she didn't realize she was holding. 

"Let's do this. Eri is out there in major trouble. Saving her is the most important thing."

Nighteye springs out from his chair allowing his eyes to sweep over every single occupant in the meeting room. 

"Confirm the girl's whereabouts. and take her into our protection with the most accurate information we can get as quickly as possible. I'm counting on all of your help."

___________________

"Is this a wake or something?" Y/N halfheartedly teases in an attempt to lighten the situation as she and Aizawa step off of the elevator and walk up to their students sitting around a small table. 

"Mr. Aizawa. Dazai-sensei."

"Oh, call me Eraser Head outside of school." Aizawa informed as he came to a halt. "But man, I was going to recommend that your work studies be suspended today..."

"What?! Why, after all this time?" Kirishima wailed as he rose up from his seat.

"You heard them say the League of Villains could be involved, right? That changes things." Midoriya's face fell into anguish as his eyes drifted onto the floor, Aizawa gazed at his crestfallen student as Midoriya's earlier fire and words of determination flowed back in his brain.

"But you know, Midoriya," Aizawa began as he placed his right hand on the nape of his neck. "You still haven't regained my trust. Unfortunately, I'm sure that if I stop you now, you'll rush out again on your own."

The black-haired pro hero squatted down to where he was now eye level with the green-haired teenager.  "I'll watch you."

Y/N smiled warmly over at the boy. "If you're going to do this, do this properly, Midoriya."

Aizawa pressed the knuckles of his balled-up fist against Midoriya's chest.  

"Got that, problem child?" 

Midoriya nods his head in response as his eyes begin to water slightly. 

"I'll say this to give you some peace of mind. The hand you missed grabbing onto did not necessarily mean despair for Eri. Face forward."

"Yes, sir!"  Midoriya replied fueled by determination once again as Aizawa rose back up onto his feet. 

"Mr.  Aizawa...!"

"I'm Eraser here." The black-haired pro hero reminded Uraraka who slipped up by not calling Him by his hero name.

"I will follow you for the rest of my life, Eraser Head!" Kirishima declared fiercely, a newly lit fire dancing in the redhead's eyes.

"That's too long." The homeroom teacher deadpanned blandly. 

"Sorry!"

"Kirishima, you're too loud."

The blonde-haired teenager sitting next to Midoriya risen up from his seat as he looked at both Midoriya and Y/N.

"Midoriya, Dazai. Next time, we'll definitely save her!"

The green-haired teen mirrored Mirio's smile with a slight nod of his head. 

"Yeah, definitely!"

___________________

The two Class 1-A teachers stood outside of the U.A dormitories, discussing plans of action when the time to strike arose from the shadows. 

"Those words of advice you gave to Midoriya earlier, spoken like a true pro hero." Y/N cooed as she leaned her back against the building as a smirk crawled its way across her lips. 

"I merely said what needed to be said to boost his spirits up a little, nothing more."

Y/N hums, not believing a word, "Nonsense, you love those kids. I'm not judging, it's endearing seeing you being so nurturing with them from time to time."

Aizawa rolled his eyes at her banter, choosing not to respond. Though his mind drifted to a nagging but potential detail that was brought to his attention during the meeting.

"Is it true that the Port Mafia might also be involved with the Hassaikai in some form or fashion?"

Y/N's immediate response was not what he had expected. 

"They aren't."

Aizawa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "How do you know that for sure?"

"The Port Mafia has never dealt drugs and they never will, that's not their kind of business. Overhaul sought them out with the intention of gaining a partnership since they can breach out more than the Hassaikai can. Although, the boss would have eventually turned him down after humbling him. In fact, I believe the Port Mafia could be our ace in the hole."

"Y/N... I knew you were a little off your rocker but to suggest that a criminal group would go out of their way to work alongside pro heroes, as well as students in training is beyond crazy."

"Hah~ I get that a lot, though my predictions have never been wrong. Besides..." Y/N's smirk grew tenfold once her phone screen shone brightly when a notification popped up

"Loyal dogs always return when their master calls."

Chapter Text

"That said, apart from the Big Three, who are at least as strong as the pros, the rest of you probably won't have big parts to play." Aizawa states as his eyes drift across the handful of his students.

"Asui, Uraraka, Kirishima. You three aren't here on your own volition. What would you like to do?"

"Mr-- I mean, Eraser Head! After hearing that, I can't say I'm not going to help!" Uraraka exclaims as she slammed both her hands onto the tabletop as she leapt out of the chair she was sitting in.

"If you aren't going to say we can't do it, then I would like to help!" Asui comments while pressing her index finger into the side of her chin.

"Since the heroes had you participate in the meeting, I think they have recognized you first years' abilities. In fact, I saw firsthand how a first year could shine much brighter than me." Tamaki interjects casting his eyes downward as he fiddles with his fingers resting on his lap.

Kirishima hardens his fists before clashing his knuckles together. "If I can help that girl with my power even a little, then I'll do it, Eraser Head!"

"It's fine as long as you understand. " The black-haired male advised. "Our goal this time is only to rescue the girl, Eri. We won't step in further than that. It is the opinion of the police and Nighteye that the League of Villains and the Shie Hassaikai are not in a partnership, so the chances are low that the League will be involved in this time's raid. But in case they're wrong, and the League ends up involved, then you guys are out."

"Roger!"

Three days later...

"Huh?! The Eri girl is in their stronghold?" Rock Lock shrieks as he stares down Nighteye hunching over a large rectangular desk.

"By stronghold, you mean..."

"The residence of the head of the Hassaikai..."

"Tsk, so all of our investigations were for nothing?" Rock Lock scowls at the thought of precious time potentially wasted.

"No, we were able to get new information, as well." Nighteye objects while his gaze scans over the faces in the room behind his glasses.

"How were you able to confirm this?" Fat Gum urged as he took a small step forward.

"I'll disclose it all in just a minute, Aizawa..." The green-haired pro called out which resulted in receiving an acknowledging deep hum from the man in question.

"I couldn't help but notice that Dazai isn't accompanying you at this very moment. Which leads me to my next question, where is she?"

Aizawa shifts his weight from one leg to another as annoyed expression plays on his face due to his partner's absence. The previous conversation between him and the troublesome brunette several nights ago played over in his mind.

"Would you care to elaborate on what the hell you mean by that?" The black-haired pro hero grumbles as he crosses his arms together over his chest.

"If we're going to raid the base of someone as dangerous as the Shie Hassaikai then we will need all the heavy hitters we can get, don't you agree?"

"...Yeah, but we already have the entire police force along with a good majority of pro heroes on this case. What kind of tricks do you have up your sleeve that are better equipped?"

Y/N chuckles as she lifts a finger to press against her lips. "You'll see what I mean."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. 'She really is a walking migraine.'

"She...very vaguely had proposed the idea of someone from the Port Mafia temporarily joining sides with the pros for this upcoming raid the night of the first meeting...She had long vanished before dawn the next morning. When I tried to reach out to her, all my calls were sent to voicemail and my messages were left unread."

"I knew it! She is a double agent! As I suspected, I was right all along! She had the audacity to act all high and mighty but it's apparent to me that I was the only one who saw right through it." Rock Lock exclaimed as his hands balled up into tightly clenched fists. "That slimly little-"

"Aww~ Just when I thought we had an understanding Mr. Rock Lock. Imagine my surprise to hear you doubting me once again so much so that you didn't even notice my presence. I must say, I'm a little offended. Am I really that much of a bad person?"

The aforementioned brunette croons as she stands in the doorway of the meeting room feigning a sniffle while wiping an invisible tear from her eye, what caught the attention of all the occupants of the meeting room was the red-haired male standing to the right of Y/N who tapped his foot against the floor agitatedly, appearing less than happy to be brought forth to the current meeting.

"Dazai...who did you bring with you?" Nighteye questions while raising an eyebrow as he stares skeptically at the newcomer.

Y/N flashed a grin at the green-haired pro hero. "I'm glad you asked, Nighteye! Let me introduce you to my dog, Chuuya~!"

"I'm sorry... Your dog...?"

Simultaneously all of the pro heroes had sweat dropped, never in their careers or their lives have they ever heard someone refer to another person as their dog, their eyes immediately landed back onto the redheaded male who only grew angry at the brunette's introduction of him.

"You must've lost a massive amount of brain cells from all your failed suicide attempts." The red-haired male growls as he reaches up to clutch the collar of Y/N's light blue dress shirt into his fist.

Chuuya yanked downward hard on the fabric of Y/N's shirt this action caused her to lower her face slightly.

"You're in dire need of a reality check, Mackerel. I'm not your fucking dog!" Chuuya snarled in the face of his ex-partner with a fire blazing in his bright blue eyes.

The sweet aroma of the wine the gravity manipulator occasionally drinks assaulted the brunette's nostrils, followed by the light smell of cigarette smoke.

Amusement danced merely in the brunette's gaze as her tongue snaked out from her mouth to lick her lips while a small though dangerous chuckle erupted from the brunette's throat, one that Chuuya was all too familiar with.

Forcing his glare off from the brunette, Chuuya turned his attention onto the room full of overly tensed heroes.

"I'm going to be blunt. I don't really want to be here, but since this bane of my existence, my former partner, insisted to my boss that my involvement would be beneficial for the alliance that the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia have coexisting for the time being, as well as for whatever...you pro heroes have going on. So, as you can imagine, I didn't have much of an option."

Chuuya dully scrutinized as he lightly shook the brunette for emphasization, using the grip he still maintained his former partner's dress shirt before shoving her away. "Bastard, ordering me around like a sheep dog."

"I'd use a sheep dog if I had one. But I don't, so I have to make do with you. Hence why exactly you are my dog. Thank you for proving my point."

"You--!"

"Would you two stop fighting like an old married couple and riddle me this. Why would the Port Mafia even want to help us in the first place, huh? The only thing they're good at is killing! They're nothing but savage lowlife murderers, let us also not forget that this is the same organization that is still under speculation of negotiating with the Shie Hassaikai."

"So loud and so wrong at the same time, I almost pity you, Rock Lock."
Y/N replied with a hefty exasperating sigh.

"You're most likely unaware that the Port Mafia is in possession of a skilled business permit, that permit allows them to conduct their activities in a legal way. Don't worry, it's not entirely your fault that you're so uneducated, though I think it would be wise to think before you speak ill about an organization that could bring the whole country of Japan down to its knees without batting an eye if they really wanted to." Y/N remarks, her patience is usually outstanding but when it comes to people making careless mistakes or sprouting out nonsense without thinking logically, her patience becomes razor thin.

Ready to snap at any given minute, and oh boy, Rock Lock was pushing it closer and closer over the edge.

"Even though they do engage in criminal activity, the Port Mafia will defend the city they love, their home, with their lives on the line."

Y/N's icy cold, dead stare nearly sent shivers down Rock Lock's spine.

"Does that sound like someone who would want to partner with the likes of the Hassaikai? No?" The brunette huffed when Rock Lock choked up on any sort of response.

"I didn't think so. They want to help."

"Oh yeah?" Rock Lock sneered while gritting his teeth as his fingers twitched. "Tell me Miss Honored One, how exactly do you plan on having the Port Mafia help us?"

With a wolfish grin, one which would put Lucifer himself to shame, Y/N chuckled as a malicious glimmer flickered through her eyes. "Well, we have one more course of action."

"More like unbelievably insane if you ask me." Chuuya muttered with annoyance as he rolled his eyes exaggeratingly. The brunette quickly extended her arm and slapped her hand over her former partner's mouth.

"Hush Slug, the grown-ups are talking. ~" Chuuya fought the urge to bite the hand covering his mouth and instead settled for slapping the brunette's palm off his face as a tic mark appeared on his temple.

"What are you trying to imply, Dazai?" Nighteye interrupted by the clearing of his throat.

"Chuuya's ability revolves around gravity-manipulation, allowing him to manipulate and make gravitons, as well as alter the gravity of anything he touches. However, there is a second part to his ability that is exceedingly more dangerous. The downside is because of how powerful this part of his ability is, Chuuya has no control over it.  He will continue in a rampage state until I nullify it with my ability.  This state he takes on is called "Corruption."

"That's great and all Y/N, but how does his ability coordinate with what's going on with the Hassaikai?" Aizawa pondered while glancing back and forth between the once previous partners.

Y/N swings her arm around Chuuya's waist who immediately freezes upon the unforeseen physical contact. His left eye twitches as he attempts to burn Y/N's arm off with a deadly glare that goes unnoticed by the brunette.

"He's basically a one-man army. He alone can demolish the entire Shie Hassaikai base with one attack. They won't even see it coming. If we can monopolize his ability at just the right moment, then that would save us a lot of time not to mention a lot of effort which as an end result would allow us to secure Eri and make sure she's safe once the enemy is defeated, no longer considered a threat."

"It could work." Chuuya comments while prying Y/N's arm from his waist.

"Though if you're too late to nullify Corruption, I'll die."

"I see no issue with that, your death would be doing the world a favor by ridding your horrible sense of fashion."

In the speed of light, the red-haired male yanks his bowie knife out of the inside of his black coat and presses the sharp blade near a known location of a major artery on Y/N's bandage covered neck.

Stunned gaps from every hero hung heavily in the air. Midoriya took a step towards the brunette with a concerning look plastered on his face. "Dazai-sensei!"

Y/N's eyes dart over to the worrisome teenager. "It's okay Midoriya, he won't kill me."

"Don't be so overly confident."

Chuuya's gaze hardened, his hand tightening on the handle of his knife. "With just a flick of my wrist, I'd cut into an artery and you'll bleed out. Finally give you a death you've been craving for."

The brunette used the tip of her finger to deter the blade off her neck. "Let me rephrase, you can't kill me. We both know that."

The redhead stared daggers at Y/N before lowering his knife from her neck and concealing the weapon back inside his coat while groaning deeply.

"So what? That's it? You don't see anything wrong with using your former partner as a weapon?" Rock Lock scoffs in disbelief.

Y/N shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. "It wouldn't be the first time, we once used it to wreck an entire enemy organization overnight when we were younger. Using it against the Shie Hassaikai would be no different."

"With any luck, Y/N will die in this raid that way I won't have to deal with her anymore." Chuuya complains causing the brunette to flash closed eyed smile.

"Nope! You already know I'm looking for someone to commit a lovers' double suicide with-"

"I honestly couldn't care less."

"Would you like to do it with me, Chibi~?" Y/N excitedly exclaims as she grasped Chuuya's gloved hands into her own with twinkling stars dancing through her eyes.

"Absolutely not."

Nighteye rubs the pads of his thumbs against the side of his temples to help relieve the throbbing headache he could feel forming.

"Back to the matters at hand... A member of the Hassaikai went to a nearby department store the other day and bought playthings aimed at young girls." From behind the desk, he showcases a similar toy set.

"Huh?

"What the heck...?" Rock Lock mutters in bewilderment, wondering to himself what little girl toys have anything to do with the Hassaikai.

"Maybe he just likes things like that! There are all types in this world, Nighteye!" Fat Gum defends, not wanting to judge anybody about their private hobbies. "Anyway, why did you buy one, too?"

"No, he said something that no one who has that sort of hobby would say--" Nighteye proceeds to go into specific detail about what the man had said that struck him as strange enough to send warning signals in his head, ending in the usage of Nighteye's Quirk on the man.

"You ended up using Foresight anyway?!" Rock Lock bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at the green-haired pro hero.

"I believe I said I would use it once we narrowed it down so we could be sure."

Fat Gum placed his hands on his hips. "This means it's been decided, right?"

"We know for sure when they'll be there thanks to our stakeouts." Centipeder confirms for the BMI hero.

"We also worked with the police to get a warrant. All that's left..."

"...is to get in there!" Fat Gum interrupts, stealing the words right out of Bubble Girl's mouth.

The meeting temporarily dispersed allowing time for the handful of UA students to get dressed into their hero costumes as well as giving them a moment to get their heads into the proper mentality.

The teens swiftly returned fully prepared for the raid as determination was fixed into their expressions.

"Now, let us go!"

8 a.m.

In front of the police station

"After Nighteye used Foresight on the Hassaikai member, we discovered the existence of undocumented underground facilities at the head of the Hassaikai's residence. We were able to confirm that the girl we are trying to rescue is being held in one of the rooms there. Although we were unable to uncover the entire underground layout, the path the man took is the shortest route to our target, and it's the best intel we could have. However, even if we head there, if they use their Quirks freely on us, it would make things difficult." The head of police chief debriefed the mass of pro heroes participating in the day's raid of the Hassaikai.

Nodding his head in approval, one of his men hands out a piece of paper with a list full of names to each pro hereo in attendence.  "So, we have made a list to the best of our knowledge of Quirks registered to Hassaikai members. Please memorize this list. We don't want to give them time to hide, so we want to identify and apprehend all the members as quickly as possible."

Kirishima turned to look at his friends and upperclassmen. "Things are moving fast now, huh?"

"You're energetic for how early it is..."

Tamaki mumbled after finishing adjusting the hood of his hero costume.

Adjacent to the jittery students, Aizawa strolled next to Y/N who was sitting crisscross on the ground, humming to herself while reading the pocket version of The Complete Guide to Suicide.

The black-haired teacher silently shook his head in disbelief as he quickly plucked the book out of the brunette's hands. "Hey! I was reading that."

"Now is not the time to be reading this crap, Y/N. Get serious."

"Tsk. Get used to it, I was always the one cleaning up the mess this waste of bandages left behind." The red-haired executive states bitterly.

"...Get serious, you say. On the contrary," Y/N's aura drastically changed as she rose up onto her feet, dusting off any loose debris making the black-haired teacher stiffen at her sudden change in attitude.

"I'd never take this matter lightly. In some ways I guess you could say, I've been dying to get my hands on Kai Chisaki."

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Y/N's demeanor effectively shifted within a blink of an eye.

The playful sparkle in her eyes that normally gave them life had dimmed into a dull chilling stare as she dashed through the opening of the Hassaikai hideout, following closely behind Sir Nighteye.

The commotion of her comrades' voices communicating to each other as they sprinted further inside the residence resonated into a low buzzing hum as the voices inside her own head swiftly drowned them out.

A familiarity of perfectly masked emotions surged throughout her body, scorching white hot animosity seeping deep into her bones with each step she took.

'Somewhere in this building, Eri has been suffering by the hands of Chisaki with every waking moment since the day she had crossed paths with me and the heroes. The imaginary alone is enough to drive me to the point of insanity. I'll make sure that the pain and punishment I unleash on him is a thousand times worse compared to what he has put her through. I'm out for blood.'

Sir Nighteye suddenly halts to an abrupt stop. "It's here. There's a device here to open a hidden passage." The pro hero removes a blue vase containing a bundle of flowers off from the panel, unveiling seemingly normal floorboards.

"By holding down these wooden floorboards in a specific order...it'll open."

"If you hadn't seen it with your Foresight, we wouldn't have noticed it." Centipeder said as Nighteye took a step towards the door  that was opening at a time consumingly slow rate.

A hand from the other side of the door slams down hard onto it, prying the door open the rest of the way, revealing a trio of low-level Yakuza thugs. "What the hell, bastards?!"

Both of Nighteye's sidekicks were quick to jump into action and subdue the thugs as they attempted to launch an attack onto the heroes. "I'll make them stay here and not follow us."

Bubble Girl asserted while wrenching back the arm of one of the thugs she had pinned down to the ground before looking over her shoulder to meet Nighteye's gaze.

"Please go on ahead. I'll join you again soon!"

Nighteye nods his head curtly at his sidekick. "Let's go!"

The team of pro heroes and police raced down the steps of the passageway, turning around a corner just to come face-to-face with an obstacle.

A wall.

"It's a dead end...! You sure you're not mistaken?"

"Explain yourself, Nighteye!"

"It's not really a dead end." Y/N announces as her eyebrows pinched together, the collective of eyes gluing onto her form in an instant waiting for her to continue.

"Chisaki's Quirk allows him to disassemble and construct. He knew we were coming.  He is creating as many obstacles as he can to slow us down while he makes a quick and easy escape. In other words, Chisaki deliberately had put this here."

"I'll go take a look." Mirio insisted as he removed his visor from his head.

"Lemillion, wait! Your clothes might--" Kirishima began to proclaim his concern about his upper classman's costume becoming undone the moment he would use his quirk.

However, Mirio would rush towards the blockade, leaving Tamaki to reassure the young pro hero in training.

"It's all right. Mirio's costume is made out of a special fiber from his own hair. It's made so it becomes permeable when he activates his Quirk."

Upon reaching the blockade the blonde teen pressed his hand onto the surface before activating his quirk to stick his head to peer through the other side. 'I knew it! The path continues, just like Dazai said.'

Pulling his head back from the obstruction, Mirio glanced over his shoulder. "Dazai's right! It's just been blocked off by a wall. But it's a pretty thick wall."

"A cheap trick..." Fat Gum scowls in anger while balling his hand into a tight fist.

"The longer you heroes just stand here, waiting for a plan to just fall out of your ass, your goal of recusing this child from Chisaki is becoming more and more like a lost cause. Get out of the way. I'm here for a reason, don't make this out to be a complete waste of my time." Chuuya grumbled as he pushed past Midoriya and Kirishima.

His body took on the appearance of a soft red hue, indicating that he had activated his ability. Decreasing his own body mass, the red-haired male sprinted for the wall. Once within close proximity, Chuuya unleashed a furry of high-speed roundhouse and spinning kick combo with the force of an iron ball.

Ultimately demolishing the thick wall blocking their path into small pebbles. The underground structure groaned loudly in protest at the impact it had absorbed.

"Heh, not bad, shrimp." Y/N whistled dryly admiring the destruction Chuuya how caused with such little effort.

"Shut it Mackerel. Stop lallygagging and keep moving. The kid isn't going to save herself."

Wordlessly the two ex-partners take off down the now cleared path of the hallway, with pro heroes trailing closely behind.

The team of pro heroes and police force didn't get much further down the hall before the path before them started to warp in a variety of twists, the ground beneath their feet becoming extremely unstable. The heroes along with the police having difficulty maintaining their balance as the entire path wobbled.

"It's not Chisaki! It's different... The only one it could be...is the director, Irinaka! Irinaka's Quirk, Mimic, lets him go into objects and control them freely from within! He's gone into the concrete that makes up the underground, and it's turned into a living maze!" The chief of police shouts the information he had studied about the higher ranking Hassaikai member's Quirk while trying not to fall over from the unsteady rolling motion.

"But it's on too big of a scale! He shouldn't be able to enter and control objects bigger than a fridge!" Rock Lock hollered back; a bit perplexed as to why Y/N's ability hasn't cancelled out Irinaka's quirk.

"If he gets a big enough boost, it's not impossible, huh? I was bein' careful about what he'd turn into, but I didn't think he'd turn into the underground. This has got to be hard on him physically."

Fat Gum says in a strained voice while trying to keep his balance which was getting increasingly harder. "Eraser, you can't get rid of it?"

"Not if I can't see the main body..." The black-haired pro glanced over to his partner, his eyes widening slightly behind his goggles when he noticed that that Chuuya and Y/N were struggling to stand, with her hand firmly placed on the concrete wall.

Something was terribly wrong here, from what he knew after spending so much time with the brunette, Y/N's ability was always active. It just didn't make sense why all of a sudden, it wasn't working.

"Y/N, how come your ability hasn't cancelled out his Quirk? You said all you need is physical contact with ability or quirk alike. If he's in the concrete he shouldn't have been able to reshape the room in the first place if your feet are on the ground, right?"

"Under normal circumstances yes, but whatever power boost Irinaka had injected himself with must have a specific component in it that is blocking my ability from canceling it."

Rock Lock's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "You have got to fucking joking! So, what you're saying is-"

"Someone who knows what my ability is and what it can do has leaked that information to the Shie Hassaikai. They've prepared themselves against me." Y/N growled darkly sending dread down the spines of the pros and police.

The brunette heard the sucking of teeth close beside her, her eyes flickered over towards Chuuya who once again had a red hue encasing his body helping him remaining steady.

"Shitty Y/N, it's no surprise to me that you're absolutely useless right now."

Before the brunette could open her mouth to respond, Mirio had took a small step forward after trying to restore confidence in Tamaki. "No matter how much they try to warp the path, as long as we know the direction of our goal, I can get there!"

With that the blonde teen begins to run as fast as he can down the winding path.

"Lemillion!" Nighteye and Midoriya simultaneously called out for the blonde with concern lacing their voices at the thought of him possibly facing Chisaki alone.

"Time is of the essence! Those guys know this, too. That's why they're stalling for time. I'm going on ahead!"

The raid team watched as Mirio slipped through another wall and disappeared, not even a split second later after the blonde teen had vanished out of sight, a massive hole formed beneath the feet of the heroes swallowing them down into the floor below. Just as quickly as the hole had appeared beneath them, it soon closed back up from above.

"A hall?"

"We're getting further and further away from our goal!" Rock Lock exclaimed as he rubbed at the top of his head to ease the pain pulsing through his skull after being dropped. "It looks like they've got us good!"

Sitting up with a loud groan, Chuuya glanced to the side expecting to see Y/N laying in a heap next to him from taking the tumble.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

"Oi, where did that damn waste of bandages go?"

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"Oww!" The brunette whined as she laid flat out on the ground staring up at the ceiling that had closed back up.

"This guy is starting to become a real pain."

Wincing, Y/N pushed herself onto her elbows to survey her new surroundings, realizing that she was secluded away from the others.

The room she was cast into was dark and cold, a lone overhead lamp provided enough light in the room for the brunette to see a light pink chair cemented directly in the middle of the room.

The chair had uncomfortable looking shackles connected to both arm rests a similar situation as well for the leg rests, followed by a thick shackle in the midsection. To the left was a large monitor with a variety of buttons and sensors, behind that was a large number of long cylindrical canisters.

Next to the chair, were two rectangular metal tables. Surgical instruments displayed out on the tables neatly, however what caught the brunette's eye made her breath hitch in her throat.

Little splotches of fresh blood slowly flowed down the razor-sharp blade of the surgical scalpel.

That's when it all clicked for Y/N.

'This is the room where Chisaki has been experimenting on Eri.'

Hearing footfalls approaching the room she was currently occupying, the brunette smirked darkly. "Ah, so you came, huh? I knew I smelled a rat."

Turning around in the same moment the door for the room opened Y/N dark brown eyes fell upon the figure she absolutely despised aiming a gun straight at her.

"Hey, demon Fyodor. Working alongside the Shie Hassaikai? I expected as much from you."

The Russian male chuckled hauntingly as his grip on the gun grew tighter.

"Of course, you did as you are never the wiser. It was never a matter of if you would, then rather a matter of time before you snuffed me out, but I digress." Fyodor briefly flutters his eyes closed with a bored shrug before opening them again to shoot Y/N a blank stare.

"You see, Overhaul and I happen to share a rather striking common goal in a certain prospect. Who would have figured that he wanted to get rid of the trash that is "sick" as he calls them, just as I want to purge all of Japan of every ability user. Wouldn't you know it, he came to me with the proposition of joining forces for the sake of our goals and drastically increase the manpower for both of us."

The corners of the Russian's mouth tugged into a smirk while Y/N scowled heavily. "Who was I to pass up such a golden opportunity to where Overhaul wants to create a world without Quirks and I, a world without sin and abilities. Kill two birds with one stone as they say. That's what you do, isn't that right? We're exactly the same, you and me."

"Certainly, we are of the same kind, but we differ in several ways. One of them being that I'd never experiment on or exploit an innocent little girl just to reach the end result of my goal. What a fellow." The brunette growled dangerously with a menacing glare.

Fyodor reveled at Y/N's deadly stare, cocking his head slightly to the side he smiled innocently, mocking her. "Me? Whatever do you mean? I'm not doing anything. However..."

An unbridled chuckle arose from the male's throat. "Now that it's been brought up, you lead me to the reason why I walked inside this room. As you might have figured by now, Overhaul is self-aware of your ability, curiosity of me. He was so invested in you, Y/N. He really was. He thought you were one of the pure ones, but now he merely sees you as a giant hurdle that could be a major problem for him if you were to reach him."

Fyodor readjusted his grip on the gun he held, pointing the barrel squarely right between her eyes. "I need to kill you. Maybe with you out of the way I can finally witness the wrath and tame a god. After all, only a god can tame another god, it'll feel great to bring such a powerful being onto the righteous side."

Y/N's eyes widened a millimeter of a fraction at the Russian man's innuendo. 'Chuuya!'

A gunshot rang out in the mildly lit room. The brunette acting on blind natural instinct evades the bullet that missed penetrating through her skull and lodging itself somewhere in the concrete wall behind her.

More gunshots follow one after the other, all of which Y/N had expertly dodged with the smell of gun smoke clouding up inside the cramped room.

During the struggle of trying to stay out of the line of fire, Y/N had taken shelter behind the canisters she had noticed when she was first dropped into the room, clutching her own gun tightly in between her hands. She had returned gunfire back at the Russian who predicted her movements, reloading his weapon so much as without a nick on him.

"Didn't you want a quick and painless death, Y/N? I promise I'll make it as painless as possible. You won't feel a thing, you won't even know what hit you. I'm a man of my word."

The brunette peeked around the canister just to harshly yank her head back in time for another bullet to whiz past her ear, scraping against the sensitive skin, little pieces of shrapnel singeing the bandages covering her throat.

A stray bullet from Fyodor's gun punctured cleanly through the body of one of canisters, which then ripped through Y/N's thigh just above the knee.

The foreign object tearing though muscle and tissue, pain flared viscously throughout her body but she refused to scream. Refusing to give the Russian the satisfaction of letting him know he'd hit her.

The gas from the canister the stray bullet had hit compared with the continuous building cloud of gun smoke provided enough cover for her to shoot out the overhead lamp inside the room, making the room pitch black.

So black in fact that the brunette could barely see her hand in front of her face, the only light source now being the flash from her gun as she fired back.

Shifting her weight into her good leg, Y/N continued to shoot in the dark with precaution, knowing that somewhere in the room Fyodor was lurking, like a predator waiting to strike for the kill.

After the back and forth exchanging of gunshots rounds the sound of a pained groan met Y/N's ears.

One of her bullets had struck Fyodor in his upper right shoulder. Blood poured profusely from the Russian's wound, nearly dropping his weapon he put pressure onto his shoulder using his left hand in an attempt to control the bleeding.

Fyodor clicked his tongue in annoyance, the brunette had gotten him good. As much as he wanted to finish the job that instant, he knew he needed to get patched up. He also knew that at one point the brunette was also hit by a bullet, he could make out the dark red blood pooling onto the floor before Y/N had shot the light out.

He could only hope that where the bullet struck through Y/N's body, that it hit a major artery and she'd eventually bleed out.

"I was hoping to make it quick for you but of course you have to be stubborn." Fyodor grinned despite the pain he was feeling in his shoulder.

"Not that it matters, if I'm lucky you'll die right here in this room. It was nice knowing you, Y/N and don't fret I'll be sure to tell your ex-partner that you put up a great fight until the bitter end."

Fyodor's grin morphed into a dark chuckle as he opened the door to the room that now contained countless bullet holes and disappeared down the hallway to who knows where.

Once the Russian was gone, Y/N slowly limped towards the mangled chair in the middle of the room. With the light from the halls that seeped into the room Fyodor had left open the brunette could observe the damage done to her thigh.

The bullet had traveled from the front of her thigh straight through the back.

Sighing heavily Y/N removed her trench coat and ripped one of the sleeves off, wrapping the newly torn fabric above the bullet wound tightly, creating a tourniquet on her thigh to stop any more blood flow from escaping.

Y/N grit her teeth as she heaved herself back up onto her feet, testing how much of her weight she could put on her bad leg. Instantly searing hot pain coursed through her body, almost making her knees buckle if it wasn't for her nails digging harshly into the chair to maintain her composure.

'I have to push through this. It's just a graze wound. I have to rendezvous with the others. I will save Eri, even if I die in the process.'

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Y/N was no stranger to pain. It didn't faze her like it would someone else because she had grown so accustomed to it.

Underneath all the bandages, her skin was marred with numerous scars that decorated her body.

Ranging from old suicide attempts, to jagged stab wounds, to scarred over gunshot wounds.

Every single one of them had been more painful than the last.

The brunette didn't care that with every step she took the fresh bullet wound on her thigh would slowly ooze more blood from the intense pressure from her weight being applied.

She didn't care that her once normal beige pants were being soaked in a dark red, the warmth of her blood trickling down her leg, making the skin sticky.

So what? It didn't matter. She had been through much worse before.

Compared to the possible horrors that poor little Eri had suffered at the hands of Chisaki, this bullet wound of hers was nothing more than a scratch.

Just another scar that would be added to her collection, no big fucking deal. It wasn't the first time a bullet had torn through her body and it damn sure wouldn't be the last.

Her mind numbed out the pain in her leg she'd welcomed. She couldn't bring herself to handle something so trivial when there was someone more important her attention was focused on.

With her gun in her left hand, Y/N trudged through the maze of hallways. Frustration starting to bubble up to the surface, she couldn't tell whether she was getting closer to finding Eri or creating even more distance from her and Eri.

With the stroke of luck, up ahead of the brunette, just around another corner at the end of the hallway she was currently in, were a total of three yakuza thugs conversing amongst themselves in semi-hushed tones.

Y/N stealthily sneaked closer to the corner, pressing her back against the wall she glanced around the wall separating her from the three thugs.

Two of them had their backs facing her while the third one glanced back and forth between the two as their conversation carried on.

"Did you hear? The pros are coming and it's all because of Overhaul."

"Tsk, he's going to be the sole reason for the downfall of the Shie Hassaikai. I just know that if the Boss was awake right now, he wouldn't have allowed any of this to happen. He always despised the plan Overhaul had shared with him, especially since the plan involved his granddaughter, Eri."

At the mention of the little girl's name, Y/N clutched harder onto her weapon, cocking the gun as silently as she could with murder in her eyes blazing.

"Enough, there's nothing much we can do about it now. Remember Overhaul's orders? To stop anybody who we come across that we don't recognize by any means necessary."

"For how long though?"

"I'm assuming until he can escape with Eri, then we'll make our esca-" One of the thug's eyes finally flickered away from his two comrades for a brief second and locked directly on Y/N.

"Shit!"

A stunned expression on his face as he begins to reach for his own concealed gun tucked inside the waistband of his pants. Peeling herself from the wall, Y/N collectively saunters around the corner she had peeked from. Like second nature the brunette aims with extreme precision at the thug, her index finger applied the slightest bit of pressure.

The thug drops like a fly to the floor, dead, the bullet had lodged itself right in the thug's right eye. Due to the very close proximity all three thugs were standing to each other, the two remaining males had blood splatter projected onto their faces and clothes.

Little bits and pieces of skull fragments combined with brain matter splayed all over their hair.

"You fucking bitch!"

One of thugs wailed in anguish as they charged for her, pulling out a large dagger from their coat pocket.

Emotionlessly Y/N fires her gun straight at the male's chest without breaking stride, killing him instantly. His body toppling over face first into the hard unforgiving concrete, his dagger still in his tight grip.

The last of the thugs widened his eyes in fear, instead of attempting to attack her like his fallen friends he decides to take his chance in retreating.

Just as he tries to get away, the brunette fires her gun.

A pain-filled scream rips itself from the male's throat, Y/N had shot the man in his foot causing him to trip and fall to the floor.  "God damnit!"

The brunette leisurely approached the thug who still attempted to flee as he scratched and clawed at the ground before his hands slipped into the blood pool of the first guy Y/N had killed.

"S-Stay back!" The thug stuttered as he looked into the dark soulless eyes of the brunette who had blood from the second thug splattered along her dress shirt as well as her pants.

Feeling a sudden chill emerge in the air, the male shuddered. "How could you be so heartless?! They both had families to provide for, you monster!"

Y/N narrowed her eyes dangerously as she closed in on the downed thug and squatted next to him.

Reaching her right hand out she gripped the thug's injured foot and squeezed down on the wound, making the thug scream out in agony once more, his blood now soaking up into the bandages on her wrist.

"You need to watch the way you're talking to me." Y/N growled lowly, bending her left arm to rest the gun against her shoulder.

"Perhaps if you tell me what I want to know, I'll let you go."

The thug stared skeptically at the brunette, swallowing down the dry lump in his throat he exhaled shakily.

"What is it?"

"Where are Chisaki and Eri right now?"

"I can't tell you."

The thug croaked while directing his eyes away from Y/N's empty ones only to hiss in pain when the brunette squeezed his injured foot again.

"Wrong answer. Let's try that again, yeah? Where. Are. They?"  Y/N applied slightly more pressure onto the bullet wound on the male's foot for emphasis on her last three words, finally breaking the man.

"O-Okay I'll talk! They're not that far from here, Overhaul and Chrono walked by about ten minutes ago! Chrono was carrying Eri, they're heading for an underground exit that will lead away from the city! If you hurry you can probably catch up with them, please let me go."

'Gotcha.'

Y/N innocently cocked her head to the side like a puppy, her bottom lip jutting out in a small pout.

"Let you go? Why on earth would I do that?"

The thug's heartbeat started racing erratically as he stared up at Y/N in sheer fright. "Because, y-you said that you would! I told you everything I know, I swear!"

"Oh, that." An unsettling chuckle escaped from Y/N, whose small pout reshaped into a board grin. "I lied. I'm heartless, remember?"  The brunette hauntingly rose back onto her feet, pointing the gun at the male.

Her eyes dark in color, nearly black that stared deep into his soul, drowning in bloodlust.

Sweat profusely dripped down the thug's face as his complexion turned ghost pale. "Wait, fuck, please! Don't shoot, have mercy! I beg you, don't-"

Y/N's finger pressed down on the trigger, silencing the man's plea for his life. There the brunette stood in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by blood and bodies. The lifeless eyes of the last thug she shot staring wide at her, forever paralyzed in fear which was an expression that the brunette had seen all too many times in the Port Mafia.

Keeping her gun aimed at the male, she pressed her finger down on the trigger again.

Shot after shot, another bullet was pumped into the last thug's body. A feeling of euphoria flooded her senses as her lips parted into a crazed smile, her dark giggles of glee ringing out in the empty hallway alongside the sound of repeating gunshots into the already deceased thug.

The scene of blood painting the once pristine concrete walls and floor while the devil herself stood over a dead body, continuing to shoot into it was something made out of nightmares.

Why had she stopped doing this for a living? Currently, the brunette couldn't recall, nor could she bring herself to care at that point and time. Bliss clouded her head into a joyous and wonderful high she didn't even register the sound of two sets of footsteps, only stopping her murderous shooting rampage when a voice called out her name.

"Y/N?"

Very slowly lowering her gun, Y/N glanced over her shoulder. Humming softly in acknowledgement at the two villains. "Twice, Toga, I see that Shigaraki ended up sending the both of you. Is anymore of the League here with you?"

"Nope, just me and Jin! We're here as temporary yakuza which sucks since these guys are really hopeless. Why are you here though, sis Y/N?"

The brunette rose a questioning brow at what the blonde had called her, watching as stars formed in her eyes.

"Are you here to switch sides and join us after all? Tomura would be super thrilled to hear that! You'd make a natural villain."

Y/N sharply shook her head.

"No of course not, I'm after Chisaki and I'm kind of in a hurry right now, so are you two going to cause me some problems?"

A deadly glare flashed through Y/N's cold eyes, her stare promising misfortune for the two villains if they stood in her way.

"Oh, you don't say. How interesting..."

Toga smirked as she glanced over towards the wall, knowing that Irinaka had been listening to them.

"Then by all means, go on ahead. We won't stop you"

The blonde-haired girl spared a knowing look with the masked villain.

"As a matter of fact, we'll even help you reach him faster under two conditions."

Y/N stared blankly at the girl in utter silence, taking a moment to process her proposal. After thinking it over, the brunette sighed. "Alright I'm listening, what are your conditions?"

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"It's nice that the living maze is done, but it's hard to tell where we are now."  Chuuya had mentioned while glancing around the warped walls.

"I know what direction Eri's room is in." Nighteye affirmed as he pointed his finger down a pathway.

"Irinaka! Put the walls back in order! Hurry!" The chief of police barked at the restrained villain whose bloodshot pupils were blown wide and was panting heavily.

"Hey..."

"The drugs probably worse off." Aizawa reminds the chief, his thoughts returning to what Fat Gum had said at the very start of it all.

"Fat Gum's guess was right. Irinaka doesn't have enough power to do that anymore." The black-haired pro hero said, applying pressure onto the stab wound he had obtained to the back of his right shoulder.

"But there's still Toga and Twice... The League of Villains must be hiding somewhere!"

At the mention of the two League members, Irinaka's bloodshot eyes twitch.

"Toga...Toga...Twice... I won't forgive you! Letting that brown-haired woman to slip past, you traitors!"

"Brown-haired woman? That must be Dazai, but why would the League just let her go so easily and not attack her? Where are the other League members?" Nighteye questioned the restrained male who was letting his anger get the best of him.

"The hell if I know! I'll definitely find them all! I'll break open the skulls of all the League bastards!"

"Which means, those two were the only one here, huh? I just can't make sense of why they didn't confront Dazai." Nighteye muttered lowly, his gaze darting to the black-haired pro hero standing beside him.

"As much of a nuisance Y/N is, she's extremely cunning. So much so that it's frightening, I don't know who this League of Villains is or what history they have with Y/N. However, I do know that Y/N is always thinking of strategies for the best possible outcome that would best accommodate the people she cares for, therefore I trust her judgement."

The gravity manipulator remarks as his places his hands onto his hips, shooting a quick menacing look at the black-haired teacher.

"If you tell her what I just said, I'll make you regret it." Aizawa wasn't entirely sure if he should have taken Chuuya's threat seriously, he couldn't be bothered to care at the moment.

"There's no sign of the League coming to attack us..."

"But it's hard to believe they're on our side just because they betrayed Irinaka." Two police officers state, their eyes flickering around for any sign of either Toga or Twice with their guns drawn.

"The League of Villains is wanted by police across the country. As a police officer, we can not just ignore them." The chief of police proclaims, lifting his gun up to cock it.

Midoriya anxiously glances at his teacher, remembering what the pro hero had told him about what would happen if the rumors about the League teaming up with the Hassaikai were true.

"Mr. Aizawa..."

"What're you standing around talking for?" Rock Lock strains his voice, the pain from being stabbed evident in his tone as he forces his eyes onto the figures standing before him while trying to keep his breathing under control.

"Ignore them and move forward! Leave the League to the police. What's our top priority?!"

The chief of police stared at the injured pro, taking a moment to process his words. "He's right. That would be best..."

"Either way, someone has to stay behind to restrain Irinaka. Thanks to that girl, it'll be hard for me to jump around now. If you get it, then hurry up and move your legs! Ryukyu, and everyone else at the top! the police who were separated from us underground!

Suneater! Red Riot! Fat Gum! Lemillion! Hell, even Dazai! Now that we've gotten this far, we're almost there! Don't waste the time everyone's worked hard to get! Go!" Rock Lock shouts with emotion, his words striking hard inside the heroes as they turned on their heels, racing down the pathway.

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Multiple gunshots echoed into the air.

Y/N had made it to where she believed Chisaki was fighting Mirio. She could hear a battle currently taking place within the other side of the reconstructed wall, the only problem was...

"I can't fucking get inside. This wall must be as thick as the one we first encountered, if not more."

To her immediate left, fast incoming footsteps were running right towards her. From what she counted; it was a total of four people. The brunette turned her head towards the direction the foot falls were approaching, a dry smile gracing her lips.

"Just the people I was hoping to see!"

Midoriya and Aizawa nearly tripped over their feet at the sight of Y/N's bloodied body. "Dazai-sensei?! What happened? Are you injured? Whose blood is that?!"

"Oh dear, slow down Midoriya. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of time to explain but long story short, I ran into an old nemesis. Half of this blood is mine; the other half is not, we'll worry about that later, okay? But for now, show me just how strong you are and kick in this damn wall."

Midoriya momentarily pushed his concern for his teacher to the side and with a curt nod of his head, he activated his Quirk, blasting a large hole into the wall. Using the same momentum, Midoriya soared straight for the surprised Overhaul and punching him hard on the male's shoulder, sending him skidding across the room.

Aizawa immediately activated his Quirk on Overhaul while he was downed, turning his head towards the newly made hole in the wall, he screamed for assistance.

"Nighteye, Y/N, secure those who need treatment!"

Nighteye assessed the battlefield before his attention landed on a very battered and disheveled appearing Lemillion.

"Mirio!"

"Eri is...behind...me..."

Setting her sights on the little girl wrapped in Mirio's tattered red cape, Y/N rushed over towards Eri and very gently brought her into her embrace, just like she had done the very first time that one fateful day where they first met.

"Hey there pretty girl, sorry it took us this long to reach you." Y/N whispered endearingly smiling at Eri's frightened face. "You'll be safe now."

"So... this must be the child who you so desperately wanted to save." Y/N's eyes cut from the trembling little girl in her arms towards her former partner cautiously nearing the pair, freezing in place when Eri shrunk into Y/N's bloody clothing.

"Aw Eri, it's okay. This is my old partner,  Chuuya. We used to work together so don't worry, he won't hurt you. He might be bigger than you right now but don't let that fool you, he's still a short stack." Y/N couldn't help but tease, shooting the redhead a playful smirk.

"Who are you calling short with a literal child in your arms?!"

"That's precisely the point, Slug. She's just a baby, she'll grow. You on the other hand, will not."

"Why you--!"

"Get up, Chrono!" Overhaul's shriek broke the little reassuring moment Y/N had attempted to create. The brunette clung harder onto Eri's body, internally cringing at the sight of the blood on her clothing staining into Eri's messy blue hair.

Sensing an ambush attack, Aizawa shoved Midoriya out of the way just in time, however ended up suffering the attack from Chrono's attack by himself.

"Those pierced by the long hand will have their movements slowed I meant to skewer both of you at once, but what else can I expect from heroes?"

Chrono monologued while stirring from his awakened slumber after being knocked unconscious by Mirio.

"Chisaki!"

Y/N's heart dropped to her stomach, watching in the action of Midoriya heading for Overhaul to nail him with another attack at the same time Overhaul raised his hand out.

"It's all..."

Waiting for the exact second Aizawa blinked to activate his Quirk in slow motion.

"It's all..."

Aizawa finally blinked.

"It's all for nothing!" Midoriya's eyes widened in shock as Overhaul slammed his hand on the concrete.

"Move, Midoriya!" Y/N shouted out for the teen. Large sharp spikes shot of the ground in every which direction with the intention to kill. Nighteye had evaded the attack by jumping into the air while clutching onto Mirio.

Chuuya stared dead on at one of the spikes coming straight at Y/N and Eri. Taking the slightest step forward, Chuuya activates his ability.

Red energy made out of gravity surges into a bubble around the three which combusts, crushing the imposing spike into bits of rubble.

"You good, Y/N?" The brunette's eyes widened a fraction of an inch before softening.

"Always."

"...How's the kid?"

Y/N glanced down at Eri, she had her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her little body shaking like a leaf. Her little fingers grasping Y/N's bloodstained shirt like she would disappear if she let go.

"She's shaken, but unharmed."

"Okay, good." A smile unconsciously made itself onto Y/N's lips. Chuuya always had a special soft spot for children.

Especially since he used to run a gang of children when they were younger.

"Like I'd let my plan be ruined by people like this!" Overhaul growled furiously from behind his beak mask while his hand covered his eyes, his body shaking in anger.

"Right, Nemoto? You don't want that, do you?" Overhaul eerily questioned the body of his subordinate that came crashing down hard at Overhaul's feet.

"I won't let things end here for me... Nemoto, you did a really good job... You would die for my sake, wouldn't you?!" Overhaul placed his hand firmly on the mask covering his subordinate's face, sacrificing the male to merge the both of them together.

His new appearance takes on a monstrous new form, now armed with an extra set of arms.

"I'll acknowledge with dignity that you were stronger than me, Lemillion. But in the end, it all comes to nothing. Now! Y/N Dazai, I'll have you return Eri to me!"

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Death is a pesky fleeting part of life that Y/N had numbed out throughout her entire upbringing for as long as she can remember. The brunette's life was completely immersed in death, manipulated into a rather large notable fragment of her existence at such a young age where she would watch both her enemies and subordinates drop dead to the ground like insects. It was a sense of normalcy.

She simply did not care. Why would she? Their lives didn't mean anything to her, much less their deaths.

Because Y/N was so conditioned with killing as well as death as a whole, she had made herself believe that the thought of death wouldn't faze her any longer after the passing of Odasaku.

With Aizawa nowhere to be seen and Nighteye fending off Overhaul for the meantime, it was crystal clear that this was their chance to retreat with Eri.

"Eri! Lemillion! Are you all right?"

Midoriya looks over the pair as he voices his concern for the two. Y/N had one of Eri's hands interlocked with her own, refusing to let go. The poor girl's body trembled in fright as tears continuously pooled at the corner of her eyes that had then streamed down her cheeks.

Mirio appeared to be on the verge of collapse, panting heavily the young blonde teen struggled to stay conscious. The growing dark red blood stain that had soaked through the teen's hero costume on the right side of Mirio's body from where he was once pierced by one of Overhaul's spikes concerned Y/N.

She held onto the hope that none of his vital organs were struck.

"Can you move?"

"Yeah... No problem... right?" More tremors racked through Eri's body from guilt over Mirio's condition causing Y/N to squeeze Eri's hand in a comforting way.

"We need to get out of here, Midoriya."

The green-haired teen curtly nodded his head, realizing that the brunette was silently instructing him to kick down another opening into one of the walls to make a quick escape while Overhaul was preoccupied.

"This is the path we took to get here. We should put some distance between us and Chisaki!"

Eri unconsciously leaned into Mirio but flinched when she felt the warmth of the blonde teen's blood on her fingertips.

"That's...enough..." Eri whimpered, tears cascading down her cheeks as she firmly clenched her eyes shut while her body quivered with terror, as if she was reliving all her past abuse.

"I'm sorry..."

Before Y/N had the chance to offer the broken little girl any sort of reassurance, she happened to witness something horrific just out of her peripheral vision.

Time gave the impression of suspension as a big spike ripped through Nighteye's lower left abdomen, the deadly spike pushing further through the pro hero's body, rendering the male powerless in the end.

Following Y/N's gaze, Mirio glanced over his shoulder. "Sir..." His blue eyes widened and trembled as his brain began to process what had just happened to his mentor.

"Sir!"

The brunette shoved Eri towards Mirio absentmindedly before rushing to Nighteye's side to assess the damage done to him.

Cursing under her breath once she had reached the pro hero, the brunette kneeled on the ground beside the green-haired male, the likelihood of Nighteye surviving was severely dropping as more valuable seconds ticked by.

Massive amounts of blood dripped from the gaping wound and trickled into a pool of dark red onto the ground, the dark liquid seeped into the brunette pants, coating over the partially dried caked on blood previously there.

"Nighteye, you absolute moron!" Y/N hissed through her clenched teeth; she wasn't all that close with the pro hero in any sense. However, she did have some respect for the man. She didn't want the hero to die.

"He's not going to make it."

Y/N's eyes hardened at the statement Chuuya had made. She already knew that. With the trajectory the spike had taken, there was an extremely high chance that Nighteye's pancreas, spleen, and part of his stomach were torn to shreds.

"Where...is Eri...and Mirio...?"

Nighteye questioned the duo as he groaned in pain. His face had grown very pale from all the blood loss he was suffering and the look in his eyes became hazy. His ears rang with the sound of Midoriya fighting off Overhaul all on his own, a deep feeling of dread gathered in his gut.

"I told them to make an escape without us." The red-haired male informed the gravely wounded hero who merely grunted in response.

A thick spike emerged out from the shaking ground from underneath the brunette, impaling though the flesh of Y/N's left shoulder. Imbedding deep into her upper body just barely missing her collarbone by inches, preventing her from moving.

The brunette choked back a sharp, startled yelp of pain. She hears Chuuya as well as Midoriya screaming her name, but her attention is drawn to Overhaul who chuckles darkly as he stares down at the kneeling brunette with unhinged glee.

Chuuya tries to utilize his ability to pulverize the intruding spike in Y/N's left shoulder but froze in place when a second spike materialized from the ground and sliced a relatively deep gash on the brunette's side, near her hip. 

"Sensei!"

The brunette-haired woman wails, the pain was searing, like someone was sticking a red-hot branding iron directly onto her skin, marring it alongside the faded numerous marks decorating her body as her blood trickled out from her newly acquired wounds.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Or there's no telling where the next one will end up. Why don't you cooperate and stay still? Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara, that is of course you'd rather I make her end up like him. Then by all means, be my guest. Make my day and try to use your ability. She'll be dead before you can blink."

"What do you mean?"

Overhaul grins behind his reformed beak mask covering the lower half of his face as his eyes dart back over to Y/N who was giving him a cold death stare.

"Haven't you been wondering why your ability hasn't been working out for you in your favor ever since you stepped foot inside this facility?"

Y/N racked her brain for any possibility that could have resulted in such an outcome, if her hunch was correct, then Fyodor must have been the one to inform Overhaul about her possessing an ability that nullifies abilities and quirks alike.

Together, they must have fused something that would make her ability null and void, that's when the most plausible possibility clicked.

"You sick son of a bitch." Y/N snarled in disgust, wanting nothing more than to just wrap her hands around his throat and watch the light leave his eyes. 

"You mutated Eri's blood cells in such a way to where they could cancel out my ability. I must say, you exceeded my expectations as to just how conniving you can be."

Overhaul was pleasantly amused with how quickly Y/N had narrowed down every single cause within a matter of mere seconds. The brunette kneeling before him was truly a fine specimen to marvel at.

"That's correct."

Y/N licked her slightly bitten lips, smiling at the sting she felt when her tongue ran over small cracks.

"It's going to bring me great pleasure to watch you fall to your demise, you fucking mother fu-" A scream rips its way from Y/N's throat as yet another spike stabs through her other shoulder, slashing through her body as easy as butter.

"You certainly have a mouth on you, though I've grown bored and I'm done with this now."

Y/N laughs a dry, humorless chuckle to mask the pain from slipping into her voice.

"Going to finish off what you sent your little puppet to do?"

Overhaul rose a questioning eyebrow as he stared blankly at the woman. "Ah I see... You ran into him, didn't you?"

"Thought it was pretty damn obvious with the nice gunshot wound he gave me." Y/N sassed while the corner of her lips lifted into a cocky smirk.

"I very kindly returned the favor."

Overhaul hummed solemnly. "While he did seek you out for the full intention of killing you, before that however, I plan to use you for all your worth before you die."

The brunette gritted her teeth, shifting her body only to wince at the pain that had intensified in both of her shoulders. Her eyes widened at the sight of a mouth that had formed on one of Overhaul's hands.

"Someone else is getting hurt because of you! Is that what you want?! Eri!"

Overhaul's voice carried tremendously throughout the hallways due to the usage of his subordinate's quirk, luring an unwilling Eri away from Mirio's side and back towards the brown-haired male.

"I..."

Midoriya exhaled a shuddering breath at the reappearance of the wide-eyed little girl.

"...don't...want that!"

"No, stay with Lemillion! Eri!" Midoriya shouts at the distraught girl, a defeated shadow cast over the center of her face.

"Eri...Do you really think these people can do anything in this situation by themselves?" The mouth on Overhaul's hand taunted in a sickening sweet way it made Y/N's stomach turn.

"No, I don't..."

How can this be happening? This wasn't at all how things were supposed to go as planned. Did Y/N's absence from the Port Mafia for so many years could have dulled her senses? Had she become too overly confident to the point that she couldn't predict this outcome?

"Then, what should you do?" Overhaul methodically asks while watching like a hawk as Eri's frightening figure hesitantly begins to return to him.

'No...'

"Go back...In exchange...put everyone back the way they were!" Eri pleaded with tears overflowing in her scarlet red eyes.

"That's right. It's easier to be hurt yourself than to have others get hurt for you, huh?"

'No...'

"The faint hope that budded with Lemillion has been smashed. Have you realized? That you're acting in the cruelest way possible to Eri."

With every demeaning word spoken by Overhaul, Eri inched that much closer back towards him, her eyes briefly fluttering over to look fearfully at Y/N.

"She doesn't want you."

'No...!'

Y/N moaned from the pain, shaking her head in denial. She didn't want to hear it. Overhaul was wrong, the brunette knew he was. Inhaling sharply, Y/N screams out the name of her ex-partner.

"Chuuya!"

Without any hesitation, a blur of red launches at Overhaul, hurling him a safe distance away from Eri. Midoriya rushes to Y/N's side, gingerly laying his hands on the deep jagged gash on her side, smearing the blood that was there before his eyes landed on the spikes still lodged in her shoulders.

"I'm sorry Dazai-sensei, this is going to hurt."

"Don't worry about me, just get it over with."

Midoriya eyes the brunette skeptically before tearing the spikes out of Y/N's body. The brunette nearly collapses from the raging pain she felt in her limbs, once freed she lightly pushes the green-haired teen away.

"Now go, I'll be fine."

Reluctantly, Midoriya abandons his teacher to join forces with Chuuya in an effort to bring Overhaul down.

Pain is all Y/N could feel, it was drowning every fiber of her being. Her arms laid limp at her sides as her head slumped forward.

Taking deep controlled breaths, Y/N willed herself to numb the pain radiating through her body much as possible. Hearing small footsteps approaching her, the brunette jerked her head up. Her eyes immediately locked on Eri's tearful worried gaze.

"Um... are you okay, Miss?"

Y/N smiled softly at the little girl, how sweet and caring she was about someone else's physical condition when she was in such a dire situation herself. "I'm just fine, no need to worry, Eri."

"But... you're bleeding pretty bad... just like the hero from before. And it's all my fault." Eri whimpers as her lower lip trembles.

Ignoring the way her body screamed at her to stay still, the brunette reach for Eri's hand and gently tugged her closer.

"Listen to me Eri, none of this is your fault. You hear me? So many people came together to rescue you today, and I'll be damned if I don't keep fighting for you until my last breath. Don't let Chisaki terrorize your mind any longer. I promise you; nothing is your fault."

Just then, the ground shakes violently at the same time, the ceiling above their heads caves in allowing light from the outside to flood in. Y/N wrapped her aching arms around Eri's body, shielding her from any falling rubble caused by Ryukyu, Uraraka, and Tsuyu crashing down into the room.

Tsuyu's eyes scan around the room, instantly landed onto a very bloodied Y/N with her arms wrapped around a frightened pale-blue haired little girl, just behind the brunette laid a gravely injured Nighteye.

"Uravity!" Tsuyu urgently calls to her friend, drawing the brown-haired teen's attention squarely on the dying hero.

"Nighteye!"

In a last-ditch effort to get Eri back in his grasp, Overhaul slammed his palms hard against the ground, using his quirk he elevated Eri out of the hold that Y/N had on her by creating a pillar specifically under Eri's feet to throw both the brunette and Eri off guard and flung the little girl high into the air without any regard of her safety.

"Chisaki!" Midoriya screamed in rage as he sprinted towards the brown- haired male just to be forced to halt once Overhaul rapidly propelled himself on the top of a stone pillar as well, catching up to Eri and attempting to make an escape for the surface.

"I won't let you!" Midoriya leaps and utilizes his Quirk that allows him to go in pursuit of the fleeing disgruntled villain who had clearly underestimated the willpower of the green haired teen chasing after him.

Eri sees Lemillion's red cape flying in the wind right above her and she is hit with flashbacks of Mirio's and Midoriya's pure determination to save her.

As she reaches her hand out to grad the red cape, she activates her quirk which rewinds Overhaul back into his original form before he fused with Nemoto.

Once freed from the stunned Overhaul, Eri leaps off of the fast-rising stone pillar and into Midoriya's arms.

Realizing that Eri had gotten away him, the brunette-haired male combusted the top of the stone pillar he was one, creating numerous pointed stone pillars trying to attack them.

Midoriya loses control of his quirk and destroys Overhaul's pointed pillars using a massive shock wave Deku and Eri high into the sky.

"What...just happened? Ryukyu ponders bewilderedly who was using her dragon form to protect her sidekicks, the two former partners, and the injured Nighteye from any falling debris.

"Where's Deku?"

The rattle of cement being moved caught the attention of the heroes; there they see a wounded Overhaul shakily standing back onto his feet.

"Chisaki!"

"Even though I never told her what her power was--or how to use it..." He mutters to himself menacingly as he takes several wobbly steps.

"Eri. Naughty girl. You know you belong to me."

Obsessed with seeing his plans through until the end, Overhaul heals his injuries and merges his body with another one of his subordinates. "In order to realize the old man's greatest wish, I need you, Eri."

"Oh no!" Ryukyu growled, thinking that Overhaul was preparing to attack them.

"It's...fine...for you..." Everyone's eyes darted over to a very pale faced Nighteye sitting up weakly with the help of Tsuyu.

"At least for the time being, he won't target any of you. He'll head to the surface in pursuit of Midoriya and Eri. Then he'll kill Midoriya."

"We have to--"

Despite her own exhaustion, Uraraka tries to run to provide support for Midoriya but her body stops short and collapses onto the ground.

"We can't do nothing after hearing that!" Ryukyu roars, expanding her dragon wings.

"With the shape you're all in, you couldn't beat him if you tried."

"So what?" Uraraka exclaims while using her quirk on small bits of rubble and making them float. "We can't just do nothing! You don't know how the future will turn out!"

She says determinedly before collapsing onto her knees as Overhaul's new monstrous frankenstein form roars a battle cry.

"Froppy, Mirio should be beyond that hole in the wall. Help him. Uravity, Ryukyu, take me... Head to the surface with me!" Nighteye instructs before directing his gaze towards the the hole leading to the surface.

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"This has turned into the biggest shit show." Chuuya sighs lowly, raking his fingers through his ginger-colored hair earning him a hum as a response from the brunette-haired woman standing next to him.

Moaning and complaining about how this predicament wasn't what she had anticipated wasn't going to help their current situation. Y/N knows that, nor does she have time to waste in doing so.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Chuuya griped as his bright blue eyes cast a glare at his former partner, who was completely stoic.

"You know as well as I do, that nothing I say will change anything about our dilemma here."

Chuuya scoffed while he scoured his brain to convey his own strategy, although he knew that he wouldn't be able to construe something that would be ideally suitable.

"Stop thinking so hard, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears. It would explain why you're so hotheaded." Y/N remarks as she clicked her tongue.

"Don't expect me to just sit around on my ass doing nothing while we all wait around to die!" Chuuya spat with an angry puff and an agitated glare shot towards the brunette.

"Tell me your plan."

Y/N's mind had ascended into a fog, obstructing the impending sense of doom, she hastily tried to form some kind of plan with the highest level of success.

Chuuya had received a great deal of injuries of his own caused by the result of battle he previously had with Overhaul.

Compared to the villain who healed his injuries for a second time and had fused his body with a different Shie Hassaikai member. Making him twice as strong as before, Chuuya was at less than full percent.

Running wasn't an option for them as the possibility of them not getting very far at all was stacked against them.

"Chuuya, I think it's time."

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"But you know, if I'm late to support you, then you'll--"

"Yeah, yeah, don't tell me shit that I already know. This is nothing new for us." The red-haired male hissed while glaring daggers into the brunette.

Y/N sighed soberly, lightly applying pressure to the bloody deep gash she had received. "Then, I'll let you choose."

"You'll let me choose?" Chuuya mimicked while raising a disinterested perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Whenever you say that, I never actually have another choice."

His gloved hands balling up as if on instinct. "How can I know for sure that you won't leave me again?"

The brunette's eye widened for a fraction of a second, deep within her chest her heart clenched painfully. She could faintly hear the slight hint of desperation slipping in through his voice, any normal person would have blindly missed it.

Not her though, after all Y/N knew Chuuya like the back of her hand.

"You just have to trust me."

Chuuya's icy blue eyes stared directly into Y/N's brown gaze, searching for any signs of deception though failing in the process. Kissing his teeth, the red- haired male reached up to remove his hat from his head before tossing it onto the ground.

Y/N's eyes tracked Chuuya's every movement, watching as Chuuya almost hesitantly removed his gloves one at a time before tossing them aside as well.

"Oh, grantors of dark disgrace. Do not wake me again."

Chuuya mutters the phrase, feeling each syllable tumbling past his lips, leaving a bad aftertaste on the tip of his tongue.

His normally piercing sapphire blue eyes shift into a deranged stare, inky dark red tattoo like markings snake their way from Chuuya's porcelain, glove free hands, all the way up his arms and his face as he levitated off the ground.

Psychopathic laughter rippling from the redhead's throat.

Corruption. The reason why the mere mention of Double Black caused those who had heard to shudder.

A power that turned Chuuya into a weapon of mass destruction and uncontrolled chaos. A power so merciless and unbridled for all that dared to stand in its way. The power of the god Arahabaki, to which only Chuuya could wield like no other.

Chuuya was Y/N's ace in the hole, the best trick up her sleeve, her strongest chess piece on the board.

Y/N's trump card.

"Corruption sure is beautiful, isn't it?"

The brunette questions the group behind her though not exactly talking to anyone in particular. Not daring to tear her gaze off of Chuuya who had flown towards the monster Overhaul had become.

"Dazai-sensei, you mentioned before that the form Chuuya-san took on could kill him, right?" Uraraka comments as she gently cradled the injured Nighteye to help him sit up to the best of his ability.

Y/N hums. "Chuuya has no control over Corruption. In this state, he is driven completely insane, he is overwhelmed by the urge to mindlessly destroy his surroundings. His wrath will keep him going until it ultimately breaks his body down and dies."

The brunette hears the sharp intake of a gasp from the teen. "So, either way he's going to die?!"

"I won't allow that to happen." Y/N pursed her lips together, mentally keeping track of the rapidly passing time down to the last millisecond to ensure that her former partner didn't drop dead.

Corruption was an entity that wreaked devastating havoc on Chuuya's body by ripping up his insides. The searing pain from the usage of Corruption coursing through his veins results in Chuuya struggling for air while the metallic copper taste of his blood floods his mouth, all the while Arahabaki reveled in devastation and mayhem ensuing as the god of destruction released crazed chuckles combined with high pitched demented screams as intense black holes materialized in the palms of Chuuya's hands that were launched in the direction towards the monstrous Overhaul.

Corruption was terrifying in the same perspective as it was beautiful. An outlook that Y/N never tires of admiring with fond amazement.

Even as Chuuya's body continue to deteriorate once the red-haired male called for his power. Pressing his hand against the ground, demolished chunks of the wrecked landscape as the result of the ongoing fight are seized from the ground, which are then projected into the body of the demon.

The speeding projectiles meet their target until all that is left is a bloodied and unconscious Overhaul whose body crumbles to the ground as more blood pooled in Chuuya's mouth that spilled out from the corners of his lips.

As much as Y/N had wanted to sit back and watch Chuuya continue, she was aware that her ex-partner was very quickly nearing his limit. Her legs felt as heavy as lead, the adrenaline high that had reduced the amount of pain Y/N would have been feeling, dissolved through her blood stream.

The injures she had sustained from Overhaul sent a new wave of agony to flare up in her veins that nearly had the brunette doubling over as she pushed herself to get to Chuuya in time.

Y/N never once tears her eyes off of Chuuya who was teetering on the edge of his breaking point. A stream of blood was flowing at an alarming from Chuuya's mouth and even dribbling from his eye sockets as his body slightly convulsed.

'Run.'

Was all that the brunette could think as she forced her legs to move faster through the ruins of once normal and pristine street, the deep gash near her hip stung horribly from the constant stretch from her rapid movements. She was tired.

So tired, the amount of blood that she had lost after being shot and stabbed a number of times was catching up with her fast, she felt like she could faint at any given second.

Despite the strong urge to just close her eyes and fall asleep, her subconscious screamed at her to keep moving. Her one and only concern was Chuuya. He was right there. He was waiting for her. She wasn't going to break this promise.

She needed to reach him in time.

A rough nauseous chuckle erupts from deep inside Chuuya's chest that steadily progressed into more of a grating, hacking noise due from the blood that continued the accumulate as Chuuya raised his hand high into the air, a giant gravitational sphere generated in the middle of his palm.

Extending her arm out as far as she could, Y/N firmly curled her fingers around Chuuya's wrist. Yanking on his arm, his body is jostled close into hers.

Using her free hand, she gingerly cups Chuuya's face which she uses to her advantage by angling his head to a degree. Y/N lowers her face and allows her lips to touch his.

No Longer Human overwhelmed the wraith of Arahabaki as Y/N's ability distributed fiercely all throughout Chuuya's body which numbed his pain, silencing the seething god within the depths of him.

Chuuya's knees buckle under his weight, coming in contact with jagged stones that were splayed on the ground. His body had become too weak to support himself any longer but Y/N doesn't let her former partner go, with her lips lightly brushing the latter's her body instinctively crouches down with him.

The brunette moves her mouth against Chuuya's while lightly brushing the pad of her thumb against his blood-streaked cheek. Releasing a heavy sigh in relief through her nose, the brunette breaks away from the kiss to meet the sight of Chuuya's bloody half lidded blue eyes feebly peering at her from under his eyelashes.

"Hey there, Slug." Y/N cooed softly while offering the battle battered red-haired male a small closed eye smile.

Chuuya opens his mouth attempting to talk but stops short when he coughs up some blood. Groaning in discomfort at the taste being equivalent that of battery acid on the tip of his tongue, his throat feeling reminiscent to being sat on fire.

"Y/N... did we win...?" The redheaded male wheezes, his voice coming out as very hoarse and croaky.

The brunette's eyes tear away from the gravity manipulator for the first time since Corruption was activated.

Overhaul had been knocked unconscious and was currently being restrained down to a gurney for transportation. Eri and Midoriya both collapsed on the floor panting heavily after a groggy Aizawa being propped up by Tsuyu nullified Eri's Quirk.

"We did. We won. The enemy has been neutralized, you can rest now, Chuuya." Y/N urged while cradling her former partner's head in her lap, combing her fingers through his hair with one hand and massaged his scalp lulling him to sleep. While one of her hands preoccupied by raking through Chuuya's hair, the other reached into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone.

Glaring at the harsh light of the screen, her thumb typed against the keyboard.

To: XXX-XXX-9453

A deal is a deal. Make it hurt.

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The police convoy transporting villains to the hospital, one of which included Overhaul who still appeared to be unconscious and heavily sedated.

While attempting to reach the hospital, the driver of the transportation vehicle containing Overhaul, spots something or rather someone peculiar sitting perched on the top of a large truck driving ahead of him.

"What's that?"

Positioned crisscross on the top of the truck, Shigaraki coolly staring down the transportation vehicle that he knew had Overhaul from behind the hand covering his face with his hands interlocked with each other. "In shogi, the point is to get the king, right?"

"It's not that simple." From the opened back doors of the truck, Dabi glances up at the blue-haired villain while beside him, Mr. Compress conversed with Toga over the phone, thanking her and Twice for giving them Overhaul's location.

The blonde-haired teen goes on to inform Mr. Compress that neither she nor Twice was able to get ahold of Eri, but mentioned that the finished products should be in the same vicinity of the League.

Before finishing the phone call, Toga states that Overhaul had made an enemy out of Y/N. The blonde-haired girl briefly comments that she had come in contact with the brunette who was in pursuit of Overhaul and had struck a deal with the woman for the price of her and Twice helping Y/N to reach her enemy faster.

"She said to make it hurt. Don't let her down after all her hard work." Toga giggles into her sleeve covered hand as a bright blush dusts her cheeks before hanging up, thus ending the conversation.

On the receiving end of the call, Mr. Compress secures his phone back into his pocket before informing his comrades all what Toga had said to him, a disclosed smirk caught on the edge of Shigaraki's lips.

Upon further investigation, the driver made the chilling realization as it dawned on him as to who he was staring at.

"That's-- Tomura Shigaraki from the League of Villains!"

From within the back of the truck, Dabi cranes his head to yell his discomfort for the driver of the truck to hear. "Hey, lizard! Stop weaving! I get motion sick!"

"Don't call me "lizard"! I'm Spinner!"

"What are you getting mad for? Shut up!"

Spinner slouches forward in the driver's seat with a slight pout. "Is attacking the police really following the will of Stain, who wanted a true hero society? I'm not sure about that!"

"It's a necessary sacrifice, Spinner. I'm counting on you to drive." Shigaraki reprimands, defusing any tension.

A smug smirk tugs on Dabi's lips as he raises his hand, igniting a bright blue ball of fire that danced in the middle of his palm.

Chuckling under his breath as a police car that was escorting alongside the transportation vehicle suddenly veers in front to act as a blockade. Dabi unleashes his Quirk; blue flames spiral in a vortex aimed at the police car.

"What's with him?" The blue flame wielder narrows his eyes in dissatisfaction as he realizes that his Quirk isn't effective against the police car as the flames died out.

Much to the League's dismay, there was a hero in their mist.

"A hero! Of course there'd be one. Ugh!" Shigaraki gripes with agitation.

"Spinner, slow down!"

Taking matters in his own hands, Shigaraki jumps from the top of the truck to confront the hero directly. Which creates an opening long enough for Mr. Compress to uncompress a large boulder beneath the police car, causing it to flip.

Using the same momentum, Shigaraki lands on the hood of the transportation vehicle and decays the windshield. His hand clamps down on the steering wheel and jerks the wheel erratically, causing it to crash as well.

The sand hero, known as Snatch, mages to save a police officer from the vehicle he occupied but is soon confronted by Dabi with his hands lit ablaze as the sand hero attempts to check on the policeman's condition.

"That's right. Heroes end up prioritizing lives."

Snatch lowers the unconscious policeman onto the payment of the highway.

"Recently, burnt corpses have been turning up one after another in various places."

"Oh, are people talking about me? That makes me happy." Dabi mocks in a condescending tone.

"Have you ever thought about the feelings of those they left behind?!"

Snatch wails in anger as he attempts to attack Dabi with his Quirk but becomes subdued by the onslaught attack of the intense heat produced by Dabi's flames.

Mr. Compress sneaks up from behind the sand hero and compresses him, since Snatch is only able to transform the top half of his body into sand, the pro hero is compressed with Dabi's flames and dies as a result.

From the wrecked transportation vehicle, Shigaraki encounters the restrained and defeated Overhaul.

"Who's going to be the next leader again?" The blue-haired villain inquires while kicking at the gurney Overhaul was strapped down to.

"Did you come here to kill me?"

"No, I thought of what you'd hate the most. I hate you." Shigaraki drawls, reaching up to remove the hand concealing his face while Mr. Compress strolls near the other side of the gurney.

"You're too full of yourself."

Compress uses his quirk on the restrained Overhaul, taking one of his arms while showing off his new prosthetic one. "I hate you, too."

"There are two boxes here. Which is the finished product?" Shigaraki questions the defeated brunette, plucking the case of Quirk destroying bullets from his coat pocket.

"Give it back."

"You know what, Overhaul? A person who erases people's Quirks shouldn't depend on their own Quirk, right?"

After placing the bullets back into his pocket, the blue-haired villain lays his hand directly onto Overhaul's skin, the decay eating away at his arm.

"If I don't cut it off, your whole body will turn to dust." Shigaraki remarks nonchalantly, holding up a sharpened knife to slice the decaying appendage off.

"All right, now you're a powerless, helpless, Quirkless man. And the fruits of all that effort you spent are mine now! Now you won't even have a finger to put in your mouth as you look on enviously at the rest of us."

The blue-haired villain taunts soaking up the desperation in Overhaul's eyes as the reality of the situation settles in that he'll never be able to heal his boss now.

"Let's do our best!"

Spinner urgently honks the truck horn to catch his comrade's attention.

"Pursers are coming! Hurry up and get in!"

Panic bubbles up inside of Overhaul as his skin breaks out in hives while the three villains leisurely begin to walk away with the sound of Overhaul's gut-wrenching scream echoing right behind them.

"We will be the next to rule!"

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Y/N laid propped up in her hospital bed, looking out at the city through the window in her room. Her body finally felt at ease from the painkillers being administered throughout her blood stream by the IV bags with needles attached in her left arm below her elbow as the strong nasal smell of hospital disinfectant assaulted her nostrils.

She found feel bandages wrapped securely around the bullet wound on her thigh, the stitches that closed the deep gash near her hip as well as the stitches on both her shoulders itched uncomfortably.

Her thoughts drifted to the text she had sent just before she and Chuuya were approached for medical attention.

'Now that the heat of the moment is done and behind me, in hindsight accepting Toga's proposal was most likely a lax in my judgment. I merely accepted it just to get to Eri as soon as I could. Of course, I have my own set of conditions that need to be met in return. They better not let this arrangement get to their heads, we simply had a common enemy.'

A knock at her hospital room door broke her train of thought. Her eyes sweep from the window and lock onto the familiar tired gaze of Aizawa.

"Oh, paying little me a visit? You're too good to me Shouta ~." Y/N purred all the while smiling brightly at the sight of her partner.

The black-haired pro hero rolled his eyes while stepping further into her hospital room.

"You're the only person I know who can fake light of the situation despite being hospitalized. Quit the act, I can see right through it."

The brunette sighs as the smile falls from her face, her fingers fidgetily picking at the tape keeping the IV needle in place.

"Give it to me straight, how is everyone? That includes you too, I recall hearing that you were stabbed."

"I had ten stitches, I'm perfectly fine. Kirishima has bruises and lacerations all over his body, but he'll live. Amajiki cracked a bone in his face, but none of his injuries will leave a scar. Fat Gum has broken bones in a few places, setting that aside he seems fine. Rock Lock was also stabbed and luckily the blade didn't hit any of his vital organs."

As Aizawa lists off the injured but reassures Y/N that they will be fine on their road to recovery, Y/N's concern directs squarely onto two different people.

"How is Eri?"

"She's still feverish and sleeping. She's being quarantined right now."

Y/N raised a questioning eyebrow at the pro hero. "Quarantined, how come?"

"Apparently, it was decided based on the information we got from Midoriya about her. She can't control her Quirk that rewinds people. If something activates it again, I'm the only one that can stop her since you are laid up in here."

"And, what about Chuuya?"

Aizawa's eyes flash with an unknown emotion as he presses his lips together.

"He is asleep in stable condition, though from my knowledge he has suffered multiple injuries."

"But he'll live, right?"

"Yes, he will."

The brunette breathes a sigh of relief she didn't even realize she was holding. "What's the status on Nighteye?"

Even though she was certain she knew the answer, a small part of her hoped she would be proven wrong.

Aizawa shifts his weight from one leg to another as a bleak expression etched over his face.

"There's nothing else that can be done. Surgeons tried everything that they could in an effort to save him. It's a miracle that he's still alive right now, they don't believe that he will live to see tomorrow."

'So much for holding onto hope.'

Chapter Text

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Aizawa's puzzled gruff voice boomed off the walls of the small hospital room.

His eyebrows furrowed when Y/N pushed the hospital blankets off her body, cautiously swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. Wincing when the bullet wound on her thigh rubbed too roughly against her bedding.

"What does it look like? I need to go check on how Chuuya is doing."

The pro hero blinks stupefied, his brain trying to process what he had heard the brunette say.

'Did what I tell her about Chuuya Nakahara's condition go through one ear and out the other? She needs bedrest and yet she's taking the risk of irritating her injuries even further just to check on him?'

Being mindful of the puncture wounds, Aizawa placed his hands on the top of her shoulders while trying to push her body back down as he shook his head.

"No, didn't you hear what I said? He's going to be just fine once he gets some rest to heal his injuries. Why don't you learn by example and do the same? If it makes you feel better, I'll talk to the doctor that is looking after him and get detailed information about his condition. You need to stay in bed, not hobbling on a leg that was shot."

"You don't understand. I need to see him with my own two eyes." Y/N stressed, raising a hand to swat off the hold Aizawa had on her shoulder though that ultimately ends up backfiring on her as Aizawa released his grip from one of her shoulders only to firmly grasp the hand that tried to push him away.

"What you need is to stay here and lay down. Don't force my hand and make me tie you to the bed to get you to obey doctor's orders all because you're being too stubborn, Y/N."

The baritone in the pro hero's voice sent visible shivers down her spine as Aizawa pressed his knee onto the edge of the bed, his body slightly looming over the brunette's.

Y/N widened her eyes as she stared at Aizawa in shock, a teasing grin forming on her lips.

"Bondage, huh? Can't say that I'm surprised though, you seem like the type of person who would be into BDSM." Y/N's teasing grin melted into a twisted smirk as she yanked her wrist that Aizawa held onto, brushing her cheek against his hand she tilts her head to place a light kiss on the back of his thumb.

"Luckily for you, I'm into it too."  Y/N joked while shooting a wink at the pro hero.

Aizawa was taken back, staring dumbfounded at the brunette who was fluttering her eyelashes in a seductive manner.

Exhaling through his nose Aizawa pulls his hands off Y/N to slide them down his face while taking several steps back from the hospital bed.

"You're an idiot." He moans into his palms as the sound of Y/N's playful laughter rings in his ears, his hands dropping back down to his sides.

"And you're the one that's stuck with me, I suppose that makes me your idiot."

'Mine?'  The black-haired male frowned subtly, perplexed as to why his heart thumped in his chest at the momentary thought.

His fingers twitched with the sudden need to ruffle Y/N's chocolate brown locks, deciding to ignore whatever emotion he was feeling, the black- haired male pushed it into the back of his mind.

"Oh god, don't remind me of my misfortunes."

"It's not very heroic of you to pick on a hospital patient that you're visiting Shouta!" Y/N whines, feigning hurt feelings.

Aizawa huffed in slight amusement.

"Something tells me that you'll survive."

Y/N's carefree expression morphed into a more serious one, staring at the pro hero right in the eyes.

"I still need to go see Chuuya, A few injuries isn't enough to keep me from him. Since you're so insistent about not wanting me to go see Chuuya, come with me. Get a wheelchair and you can wheel me there."

Aizawa sighs. "Whatever. Works better for me than hearing about how your stitches were torn open because you wouldn't stay still."

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Y/N wasn't at all sure what to expect about how Chuuya really is doing since Aizawa didn't go all that much into detail, being extremely vague, claiming that Chuuya was asleep and had multiple injuries.

Which only caused the brunette's mind to wander.

How serious were his injuries? How many did he have? When will he wake up?

Upon entry to Chuuya's hospital room, Y/N's attention was immediately drawn to the singular bed in the middle of the room where a motionless figure laid.

The ominous beeping sound emitting from several monitors that were attached to his body was the only noise that could be heard within the silence of the room. A supportive sling positioned along his left shoulder as pale bandages covered small areas of his hands. Finally, her eyes catch sight of the ginger's face.

He had gauze taped on his right cheek and a small laceration on his forehead peeking out from under his bangs that were framing his face.

His facial expression didn't sit right with Y/N. He wasn't scrunching his face in annoyance from dealing with any of her suicidal shenanigans. He wasn't yelling insults at her.

Y/N frowned. He was too calm.

Aizawa pushed her up to the side of Chuuya's bed, where she reached out to grasp Chuuya's right hand, turning it over so his palm faced her, she lightly drew patterns on his skin with her index finger.

The black-haired male pinched his eyebrows together as he scowled unbeknownst to him. The pro hero was frustrated, he knew that he shouldn't be feeling whatever it was that he was feeling.

He prioritized his job as a hero and a teacher before anything else. He didn't see the initial appeal of building personal relationships with the intention of dating.

For so long he never entertained the idea due to him believing that just the mere thought was so trivial.

He had been made aware of the fact that Y/N and Chuuya were partners for a number of years in the past. However, after witnessing how they both interact with each other, the question of whether or not they had something more going on.

Whether their bond went deeper than just being work partners. What exactly is their relationship now?

'Friends with benefits? Frienemies? Secret lovers?  Whatever it was, it's definitely more than a normal working relationship.'

Aizawa recognized the sound of footsteps approaching them from behind, he turns his head to the source of the footsteps whereas to Y/N who doesn't bother in pausing her actions of drawing patterns on Chuuya's palm though casts her attention onto the man that had just walked in the room.

"How is he, doctor?"

"Well." The doctor sighs loudly as he makes his way over to Chuuya's bed and removed a clipboard from the case attached to the bed.

"We ran a CT scan on him and found out he has some internal bleeding due to trauma where he was immediately rushed into surgery. We were really worried that he wouldn't make it due to how his organs were in complete disarray. Luckily, he didn't need to have an organ transplant, which was what we feared. His left shoulder had completely popped out of the socket so we had to reset the joint back into place. His throat and vocal cords were damaged. Fluid had to be drained from his lungs and he suffered small lacerations to his hands and face."

Y/N halts her drawing motions, taking a moment to digest the summary of Chuuya's injury analysis. 'That explains the monitors.'

"How soon until he wakes up?" The brunette questions as she intertwined her fingers with Chuuya's.

"That's all up in the air. All we can do now is administer treatment, the rest is up to him. If he is fortunate, he may wake up within a matter of days."

Y/N's eyes cut back towards the sleeping ginger, hearing that none of his injuries had been too life-threatening did little to put her at ease.

It troubled her how much internal damage Chuuya had already suffered, the thought of what the outcome could have been if she didn't reach Chuuya in the nick of time is something she didn't even want to imagine.

Y/N felt a shudder rack throughout her body.

"Is there anything else that I can do for the either of you?" The doctor asks, his gaze flickering back and forth from Y/N to Aizawa.

"No thanks, not right now."

"If you need anything, you are to push the call button and we will send a nurse to assist you as soon as possible." The doctor states, placing the clipboard back into its case, he walks out the hospital room leaving the both of them alone with Chuuya.

"I didn't run off and leave you this time, Chuuya." Y/N gave the sleeping ginger's hand a light squeeze though the affectionate action wasn't returned.

"Has he ever been hospitalized like this from his ability before?" Aizawa questioned the brunette, his curiosity had gotten the best of him.

"Not as serve as this. I have always been close enough to nullify Corruption before it caused too much damage to his body. He would have some cuts and scrapes here and there, an occasional sore throat, and would be really exhausted to the point of fainting after Corruption had been activated, it drains his energy in a sense."

A text message alert sounded on Aizawa's phone as the silence ensued once more.

The pro hero reached inside his pants pocket for the phone, pulling out the device his eyes automatically trail over the text message that was sent.

"They just pronounced Nighteye dead."

"I'm sorry."

Aizawa's eyebrows quirk up with confusion. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Isn't it only appropriate to give condolences to those whom had someone in their lives die? No matter how close or not you were to that person."

The pro hero shrugged his shoulders, one of his hands rising up to rub at the nape of his neck. "I suppose. Although I'm not the one that needs to hear those condolences the most, so it's pretty much wasted."

"You're much more cold-hearted than I gave you credit for." Y/N jested in a singsong voice, the usual playfulness in her tone was left lacking.

'There she goes again, using humor as a coping mechanism.'

"Shut it, you know damn well what I mean."

Y/N's mind momentarily drifted on to both Midoriya and Mirio. 'They must be dealing with a lot right now, especially Mirio.'

The brunette squeezed Chuuya's hand one last time before pulling away and laying his hand limply on the bed.

"We should go. He's obviously not going to be waking up anytime soon, plus we need to pay our respect to Nighteye."

"Are you sure you want to leave?"

Y/N nods her head. "Yeah, I'll come back some other time to see Chuuya. Let's go."

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A full two days have passed since the news of Nighteye succumbing to his injuries and taking his final breath spread around the hospital like wildfire.

As she had figured, Midoriya and Mirio were amongst the ones who were distraught the most.

It also has been two days since the last time Chuuya was awake.

Recovery Girl stayed at the hospital to help provide aid to the injured pro heroes and students that participated in the Hassaikai raid. She offered to help heal some of Chuuya's injuries which Y/N had approved of, however she wasn't able to heal Chuuya completely.

The red-haired male will have a permeant scar from the surgical incision, his vocal cords were partially healed but he would wake up with a dry sore throat. Recovery Girl managed to heal the lacerations that covered the ginger's hands and face but wasn't able to fully heal Chuuya's dislocated shoulder.

Today, Aizawa and the handful of students that were in the raid were being discharged from the hospital thanks to the healing properties of Recovery Girl.

The medical staff requested that Y/N and Mirio stay admitted in the hospital for more observation.

Sitting in one of the chairs of the waiting room, the brunette crossed her arms over her chest as her eyes were glued onto the news report broadcasting on the television screen hung up on the wall.

"Kai Chisaki, arrested for the abduction and confinement of a young girl, is the young head of the designated villain group, Shie Hassaikai. As police were transporting him, they were attacked by the League of Villains. During this incident, Sand Hero: Snatch, who was there as backup for the escort, was killed. There were also a number of police officers injured. This attack on a villain in transport is an unprecedented failure..."

"This is all they've been reporting on since yesterday." Recovery Girl mutters.

Watching a disturbed expression form onto Midoriya's face, Aizawa took that as his queue to provide words of minimal comfort.

"It isn't something you should feel responsible for. You don't have to worry about it."

"But..." Midoriya's gaze cast downward onto the floor.

"For now, the students are to return to school with the exception of me and Mirio. The hospital wants to monitor us a little longer, but the other students have already been healed by Recovery Girl. They should be here soon."  Y/N informs the green-haired teen while using the armrest of the waiting room chair to prop her elbow on to rest her chin in center of her palm.

"I'll stay a little longer to heal a few more patients here." Recovery Girl states as she stands up from a chair.

"Can't I stay, too, until Eri wakes up?" Midoriya grimly questions the black-haired pro hero.

"Even if you stay, the situation won't change. All we can do is leave Eri to the doctors."

"I know, but..." The green-haired teen trailed off knowing that any attempt to convince Aizawa to let him stay at the hospital even longer would be in vain.

"Midoriya..." Aizawa sighed at the defeated look on the teen's face.

"Before I leave, I'm going to go see Togata. Please watch my stuff for me!"

"Hey, right now..." Aizawa begins to say but Midoriya had already turned away from him and disappeared, making his way down the hospital hallways towards Mirio's room.

"It's fine, give him five minutes or so before you all head back to U.A." Y/N cites lazily waving her hand in dismissal at her black-haired partner.

"When is your discharge date?"

"Hmm, I believe in another day or two."

The brunette places her chin in between her thumb and index finger as if she appeared to be in thought, a teasing grin growing onto her face.

"Why? Are you going to miss me? ~"

"Don't put words in my mouth. I want to enjoy my time away from you as much as possible that's all."

"What was that? I didn't hear a 'no'. Word of advice for you, Shouta. If you want to fool me, you're going to need to work on your lies better."

Recovery Girl chuckled softly as she watched the two teachers bicker back and forth with each other. She has known Aizawa for a long enough time to know that Aizawa doesn't open up to people all that quickly or easily.

He made it a point to keep a shaggy appearance to keep a lot of people away, he hated having too much attention onto himself. Having such an unbothered, borderline mean attitude and a stoic expression that was usually frozen on his handsome face typically made people avoid him.

Y/N seemed to be the one that could theoretically back Aizawa into a corner and challenge him. Recovery Girl has seen on more than one occasion Aizawa's stone cold expression slowly soften whenever the brunette was around. The elder woman was in awe at how much Y/N presence could impact the pro hero's entire attitude in the short amount of time since Y/N had first appeared in Aizawa's life.

"Do me a favor, if you decide to visit Eri at any point before you are discharged. Text me to keep me updated on any type of changes to her condition, I don't care how minuscule."

The brunette smiled as she mocked a salute. "Sir, yes sir."

Chapter Text

Blue eyes peel open from their slumber, blinking to adjust to the dimly lit hospital room Chuuya's unfocused gaze fixates onto off-white colored cieling above his head before his eyes travelled to his bandaged shoulder being carefully supported by the sling.

He'd woken up. He survived his worst nightmare.

His body shook from phantom pains as he remembered feeling like he had taken a backseat in his own body while a devil pulled at the strings, controlling him like a lifeless puppet. Remembers the feeling of the power surging through his being, he remembered the metallic taste of blood building up in the back of his throat making it hard for him to get a gasp of air.

He remembers Y/N kissing him.

The two of them had shared lots of kisses behind closed doors during the years that they were assigned as partners so the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his own wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

In more than one instance, the kisses had evolved into something more heated. There was so much tension between the two of them that the kisses they shared with one another were extremely passionate. When Y/N had kissed him to nullify Corruption, that had marked the first time she had kissed him so gently and affectionately like he was made out of glass. Like she was never going to see him again.

He hated himself.

He hated how he couldn't ever seem to grasp control over Corruption. He hated how much he was forced to rely on others. He hated how he had to stare death in the face whenever the time called for him to do so as his own ability slowly killed him from the inside out.

Yet, the very thing he claims that he hates is probably the same very thing that has kept him alive for so long in the mafia.

Everything in his body ached.

Licking his slightly chapped lips, Chuuya salivated as much as he could and swallowed, doing little to ease the pain he was feeling from his parched throat. Chuuya groaned in discomfort, draping his right forearm to lay over his eyes. The room seemed to spin and the redhead could feel the nausea creeping upon him.

"Fuck me." His voice sounding raspy and sleep ridden.

Everything ached.

"While I do think it would be highly inappropriate of us to engage in that sort activity here, I wouldn't exactly say no. But with the state your body is in, you wouldn't be able to keep up with me."

Y/N's voice carried from the right side of Chuuya's hospital bed. The ginger slowly lifted his arm from his eyes and arched his neck slightly to the immediate right where he saw Y/N sitting in an akwardly lumpy looking visitor's chair.

Chuuya blinks his eyes bewilderedly, trying to determine if he was having some sort of nightmare. "Is this a medically induced hallucination or are you actually sitting at my bedside?"

"Do you hallucinate about me often? How naughty of you." The smugness the ginger could hear in Y/N's voice almost made him wish that he never would have woken up.

If Chuuya had the strength he would have used his hair tie as a slingshot to hit the overly cheery brunette with it.

Everything fucking ached.  Especially his shoulder.

"No, I don't you damn social misfit. If I ever did, I think I would need to kill myself."

"You wound me deeply Chuuya!" Y/N protested while having the audacity to look betrayed by his words.

"Aw poor baby, I forgot to care." The ginger sassed tiredly causing the brunette to smile like she had won the lottery.

"Tell me what happened."

Y/N tilts her head, "You don't know?" Her tone dropped into a hushed whisper as she leaned in closer towards Chuuya.

"Here's the deal so listen closely; you have a scary part of your ability that only I can—"

Chuuya mustered enough of his energy to flick Y/N hard on her forehead resulting in her to cry out dramatically and rub at the small red spot on her skin.

"I know I used Corruption, you moronic beanpole; what happened after that? Did we win? Is the kid okay?"

"Oh that! Yes, we did win. But then you turned on our allies and killed them all. The massacre was quite horrendous, even for you! How cruel."

The ginger's pretty blue eyes grew wide, his heart thumping in his chest as he began to hyperventilate. "I killed everyone?!"

"Yes, and I'm deeply saddened as I've grown attached to them one way or another. It happened so quickly they didn't even know what hit them." Y/N continues with the theateratics by pressing her hand to her mouth and imitated a realistic sob.

"To be honest with you without being too overly sentimental more than I already am, and without offending anyone who doesn't think the same way I do from my own perspective about this matter, I'd like to say I have nothing further to discuss in regard of what transpired."

"Y/N, don't play with me." Chuuya warned as his hospital bed shook.

The brunette held her hands up mocking surrender. "Relax, I'm merely joking. All the bad guys have been apprehended while our allies and alive and thriving."

"The girl?"

Y/N pressed her back against the chair she was sitting in. "Perfectly safe, I was able to sit and visit her for a little bit before I came here. She's in and out of consciousness while fighting a fever so I wasn't allowed to stay long unfortunately."

A trouble expression crawls onto Chuuya's face who seemed to be lost in thought. "How long have I been out for?"

"Four and a half days." The brunette flatly replies, watching closely as Chuuya struggled to sit up and battled with the blankets with his one good arm.

"You shouldn't move so suddenly. You'll end up agitating your shoulder even more, it's supposed to remain as still as possible."

"Don't tell me what to do. Have you been here the entire time?"

Y/N hummed lowly. "I was discharged yesterday; I didn't want to leave until I knew you were awake."

"So, in other words, you slept in here last night?" Chuuya questions while maintaining the tone of his raspy voice one of nonchalance despite the warm flutter he felt in his stomach at the recognition that Y/N had been worried about him.

"Possibly."

A knock sounded at the door of Chuuya's hospital room before the head doctor in charge of the ginger's health stepped into the room. His dark colored eyes light up at the sight of the finally awakened gravity manipulator.

"Mr. Nakahara, glad to see you have finally woken up. I've come to check your vitals but let me ask, how are you feeling?" The doctor chimed, strolling up to the bedside.

"Setting aside how my throat feels as dry as a desert and how much pain my shoulder is in, I'm fucking fantastic."

His doctor chuckles at the red-haired male's choice of words.

"That's understandable. Just a number of days ago you were in worse shape than you are now. Thankfully, Recovery Girl was able to heal your more major injuries, though if you want, we can try to see if she can fix up your shoulder and throat for you right now since she isn't facing any of her quirk drawbacks today."

"That would be fine, I'm ready to get the hell out of here."

The doctor nods his head while writing something on the clipboard he was carrying.

"We'll need to run an up-to-date CT scan on you first to ensure that you're not bleeding internally any longer or having any blood clots forming anywhere just for safety measures. Then we'll see what we can do about healing up the remaining injuries you have so we can send you on your way back home."

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"Is the angry Chihuahua feeling better now that all his injuries are completely healed?"

Chuuya's recently taken CT scan showed no signs of internal distress, almost as if he didn't nearly die on the operation table just a few days prior.

Recovery Girl was thrilled to hear that the gravity manipulator had woken up and was more than happy to help heal the remaining injuries he was suffering from.

His shoulder no longer needed to be stabilized by the sling though he was advised not to strain himself too far, his throat while still a little bit sore, felt as good as new compared to when he first had woken up.

"No, they forgot to get rid of the constant pain in my ass that is you."

"Someone sure is being awfully testy today. ~"

"Jeez, I wonder why?"

The duo were walking side by side down the hallways of the hospital, now that the both of them were cleared to go home, Chuuya had requested for and received permission to visit with Eri but before he did, he wanted to make one quick stop.

Which had led the two former partners to a small gift shop located on the first floor of the hospital. Chuuya's eyes were immediately drawn to the shelves of stuffed animals in the far corner of the store.

Brushing pass the brunette, Chuuya strolled towards the shelves his eyes scanning for something he thought Eri would like, after all there was no going wrong with a stuffed toy for a little girl.

"Hey look, a life sized Chuuya plushie!" Y/N exclaimed, holding a stuffed animal that resembled a small dog in her hand.

A tic mark automatically formed on the ginger's temple, reaching his hand out he swiftly yanked the stuffed dog out of Y/N's grip before putting it back on the shelf.

"You fucking bastard, be thankful that you're in the right place just in case I strangle you to death. My patience with you is already razor thin." He growled with annoyance, the beginning of a headache starting to become pronounced.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chuuya spots something pink on the bottom shelf. Crouching down the ginger takes the pink plush into his grasp to study it.

What he held was a jumbo baby pink unicorn which felt incredibly soft against his skin. The singular golden colored horn on its head reminded Chuuya of Eri, a small smile tugged at his lips as his fingers thread through the pink tuffs of fur making up the unicorn's mane.

Clutching the pink unicorn in his arms, Chuuya rose back onto his feet, shooting Y/N a pointed look.

"We're getting this for her."

Y/N's eyes lock onto the stuffed toy, a fond smile casting onto her face.

"She'll like that."

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After paying for the stuffed unicorn and leaving the gift shop, the former partners make a beeline for Eri's hospital room where to their pleasant surprise, the little girl was awake and sitting up.

A nurse in her room had just given her something to eat and a box of apple juice which Eri was sipping away at.

The nurse snaps her head up, noticing the duo standing in the doorway with the pink unicorn they had just purchased in hand. The nurse silently dismisses herself as the two walk further into Eri's room.

The little girl's eyelashes flutter in confusion as the duo nears her bedside with Chuuya carrying the stuffed animal in a gift bag. Y/N and Chuuya both agreed on something for once, that they wanted to surprise Eri with the stuffed unicorn.

"The princess finally woken up from her beauty rest, I see." Y/N croons, unable to resist the urge, the brunette tucks a stray strand of light blue hair behind Eri's ear. Her thumb rubbing softly against the girl's cheek.

"Hey kiddo, nice to see you awake. How are you feeling?" Chuuya cautiously asks the little child in a softspoken tone, not wanting to spook her in any way.

Eri blankly stared at the redhead's face, remembering how battered and bloody he appeared during his fight with Overhaul in his effort to save her. Eri's fingers tightly gripped on the hospital blankets as she slightly bowed her head.

"This whole time, even when I had a fever, I was thinking...about how you helped rescue me. But I didn't know your name. I only knew Lemillion and Y/N. I want to know your name."

Chuuya's hand moved on its own accord, lightly pressing his palm onto the crown of her head he directed her head back up to look at him while gently ruffling her hair before retracting his hand. "I'm Chuuya Nakahara. Nice to meet you, Eri."

Eri's ruby red eyes flicker over to Y/N. "What about the boy with green hair? What is his name?"

"His name is Izuku Midoriya. His hero name is Deku. Since Deku is shorter, it's easier for you to remember."

"Hero name?"

"It's like a nickname." The brunette clarifies the girl's obvious confusion on what a hero name was.

"Lemillion. Deku. Y/N. Chuuya. And..." Eri looks down momentarily at the floor.

"...That man wearing glasses... All of you...were injured badly because of me. Because of me, you all suffered... I'm sorry..."

Eri clenched her eyes shut tightly as tears began to collect at her waterline.

"It..It was my fault that Lemilion lost his power..."

The two former partners shared a knowing look with each other.

Eri hasn't been notified about Nighteye's death which is honestly for the best given how much she is already blaming herself.

The duo positioned themselves at either side of the merciful girl. Y/N sighed silently, her hand rubbing soothing circles on Eri's back.

"Little Belladonna, no one thought they were suffering. We're all just glad that you're safe and sound. There's no point in apologizing for something that was in no way your fault. Don't worry your pretty little head about it, okay? Everyone fought so hard because we all wanted to see you smile."

Eri's tearful gaze darts from the two adults sitting at her sides as she tries to form a smile, going as far as pulling at her cheeks with her hands.

Defeatedly, Eri lowers her head again after her failed attempt at smiling.

"I'm sorry. How do you smile again...?"

Y/N's heart clenched painfully at the girl's question.

'That's right, this girl... She doesn't know anything fun or how to smile. Her entire existence as of this far has been filled with nothing but pain and misery. That damn Chisaki, what I would give to be in the same room as him for five minutes. I'd rip his heart out with my teeth.'

"Eri, do you like surprises?" The brunette blurts, desperate to see a new emotion on the girl's face other than frightened, sad, and hopelessness.

"A surprise?"

Y/N giddily nods her head while clapping her hands together. "Yes, a surprise! We have something that we think you'll love. Would you close your eyes and hold your hand out for me?"

Eri hesitates but eventually complied with Y/N's wishes.

To ensure that Eri's eyes were truly closed, the brunette waves her hand in front of the girl's face.

No reaction.

With a curt jerk of her head Y/N motions for Chuuya to pull the pink unicorn out of the gift bag which he does and places the plush right into Eri's awaiting hands.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

A soft gasp slips past Eri's lips once her eyes reopen. Her little arms curled around the body of the unicorn and brought the stuffed animal flush against her.

"Is this... for me?"

"It is, and although it can't erase the abuse you had to endure, I hope this will be a small step forward that will bring you so much future comfort."

Chuuya states, pride blooming in his chest at the sight of a blush faintly dusting the girl's cheeks from receiving the gift.

Eri stuffs her face in the unicorn's mane, trying to hide the heat from the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Do you like it?" Y/N asks softly while playing with strands on Eri's hair.

"I do. Thank you, Y/N. Thank you, Chuuya."

"No need to thank us princess, we wanted to get this for you." Y/N chuckles under her breath, fondly watching on as Eri cuddles the pink unicorn even closer.

The nurse from before reappears within the room, clearing her throat lightly she draws the attention of the two former partners onto herself.

"Please pardon my intrusion, but visiting hours for Miss Eri are nearly over."

"Aww, already?" Y/N whines in slight disappointment, she wanted to stay with Eri a bit longer.

Regardless the brunette wraps her arms around Eri to bring the girl in for a warm hug and presses a kiss on the top of her hair before standing up from Eri's hospital bed followed by Chuuya.

"Hopefully you won't have to be in here too much longer little Belladonna, I'm happy to hear you like your new stuffed animal, she's pretty just like you are. See you soon."

"See you soon. Thank you again." Eri replied meekly as she watched Y/N and Chuuya waving bye to her as they smiled at her one last time before walking out of her hospital room and disappeared down an empty hallway.

"I suppose I need to make my way to headquarters and report to back to the Boss." Chuuya says with a sigh, plucking his phone out of his pocket to assumingly text Mori about his hospital release and return back to the Port Mafia.

"You might want to hurry then. Your short legs can only walk so fast."

Having more than enough of Y/N's continuous banter about his height, Chuuya shoves Y/N's body onto the nearest hospital wall, forcing the wind out of the brunette's lungs from the unexpected action.

While the brunette was still reeling Chuuya caged her body in by slamming his hands on the wall close to her face.

"I'm getting really tired of that smart mouth of yours."

Being the mischievous person that she was, Y/N smirked as she trailed her finger along Chuuya's throat.  Goosebumps rising to the surface in the wake of her finger ghosting across his skin.

Her finger snagged onto the choker Chuuya adorned. "Oh yeah? Then why don't you do something about it."

Chapter Text

Chuuya doesn't know what came over him.

One minute he was caging Y/N on the wall of the hospital, and the next he was aggressively running his hands up and down her body that was pressed up against the concrete surface of a building in a secluded alley away from any wandering eyes while he attacked the brunette's lips with feverish hungry kisses, the air around the two former partners feeling charged with an intense heat.

Chuuya's hands make themselves at home on Y/N's hips, giving the flesh he found there a light squeeze all the while Y/N had tangled her own hands into Chuuya's silky soft vibrant locks, giving the baby hairs curled in between her fingers on the back of Chuuya's neck a hard tug caused the ginger to growl huskily against Y/N's mouth.

His teeth sank into Y/N's plump bottom lip emitting a small gasp from the brunette which Chuuya took full advantage of by slipping his tongue into the wet cavern of Y/N's mouth and began to suck on the brunette's tongue.

One of Chuuya's hands travelled up from the comfortably of Y/N's hips to caress her cheek to deepen the kiss while Chuuya's other hand slithered around Y/N's waist, pulling her close against him.

The burn in the lungs from the lack of circulating air of the two former partners forced them to pull away. Chuuya made quick work of moving his lips across Y/N's jawline and down her neck.

Reveling in the way the brunette cocked her head to expose more of her neck to him, her eyes closing in bliss.

His teeth nipping roughly at the areas of clear skin on the column of Y/N's throat that wasn't covered by her stupid bandages with the possessive need to mark the brunette.

Having a mission in mind, the ginger's lips brushed against a specific spot right below Y/N's left ear. Chuuya knew the ins and outs of Y/N's body. He was more familiar than anyone else as to where Y/N felt the weakest, where she felt the most sensitive.

Chuuya's lips enclosed around the area below Y/N's ear and bites down, grinning deviously against her neck once he is rewarded for his actions with the sound of Y/N moaning his name out loud like a forbidden mantra.

He resumed his attack, biting and sucking at her skin so harshly that the blood vessels burst. A noticeable sized purplish bruise blooming onto the surface. His tongue snaked out of his mouth to draw figure eights on the love bite he had given the brunette to soothe the pain before moving onto a different part of Y/N's neck to repeat the process over again.

"Chuuya..." The brunette breathlessly chanted her counterpart's name who had peeled away from her neck slightly to admire his handiwork before moving his mouth to her ear, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe.

"Still sensitive as ever." Chuuya rasps against the shell of her ear, the hand that was once caressing her cheek had slipped down to lightly wrap around Y/N's throat and squeezes gently.

Applying not too much pressure to hurt her, but just enough to send an excited shiver through her body. The flames of lust igniting from within her belly.

"Masochistic vixen."

Y/N's eyes slid open to stare at Chuuya's half lidded lustful gaze, a sly smirk creeping onto the brunette's face. Bucking her hips against his, she elicits a loud hiss from Chuuya.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not a chance in hell." The red-headed male replies, moving his ungloved hand that was placed around Y/N's waist to pull her zipper down and glides his fingers past the waistband of the brunette's pants and skimmed in between her legs.

His featherlight touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins as heat pooled in her lower abdomen.

Y/N throws her head back against the wall she was pressed up against when the pad of Chuuya's thumb rubbed small circles on the brunette's sensitive bundle of nerves over the thin material of Y/N's panties.

"Where are those oh so witty comebacks and smartass remarks of yours now, huh?" Chuuya punctuates his question by pushing the material to the side and slipping two of his fingers inside.

The brunette clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans from carrying throughout the alleyway too much. She hasn't been touched like this in God knows how long, and yet her body welcomed the return Chuuya's touch willingly. Like it never even left in the first place

"What's the matter?" Chuuya chuckled darkly, slanting his head to the side he licks a fat stripe up Y/N's neck while giving her throat another light squeeze.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Y/N's mind was fogged with the pleasure her body was receiving, her breathing becoming ragged and erratic as she focused on every move Chuuya's godlike fingers made.

"I believe I asked you a question. Answer me." The ginger's intoxicating voice was dripping with warning, thrusting his fingers effortlessly in and out of her while his thumb rubbed harder.

"Fuck, Chuuya..." Y/N whimpered, her hand falling from her mouth while she grinded her hips down on his fingers shamelessly.

"Look at you, fucking yourself on my hand like that. Your body is so touch starved and sensitive that you're practically dripping all over me. You've been depriving yourself, haven't you? What would your precious students think of you if they knew how the great headstrong Y/N Dazai is just a touch hungry slut deep, deep down?"

In...out...in...out.

Chuuya was merciless, every thrust of his fingers was aimed with perfect precision.

"What about your new partner? How do you think he'd react if he saw you, moaning my name and riding my fingers like your life depended on it? Do you think he would be disappointed? Embarrassed? Ashamed? Or..."

Chuuya's fingers curled inside of her, Y/N's vision momentarily flashed white as moan after moan escaped from her lip bitten mouth. "Do you think he'd be jealous? Wishing that it was him touching you like this. Hearing you moan his name so sweetly like you are mine, hm?"

At that exact moment, a ringtone sounded from Y/N's phone that was tucked inside of her phone. The brunette's eyes faintly widened; she knew that ringtone. She had specifically programmed his number to that ringtone.

What horrible timing.

Y/N's sudden change in expression doesn't go unnoticed by the sharp gaze of Chuuya whose eyebrow raises at the obnoxious ringtone that continues to blast loudly from Y/N's pocket.

Removing his hand from the brunette's throat, he slides her phone out from her pocket. Taking a moment to read the name displayed on the screen; a wicked, evil grin plays on the ginger's face.

"Speak of the devil. Shouta? Is that him? You're on a first name basis already, hmm? Let's say hi, why don't we? He might be calling to tell you something important."

"No, Chu—"

The red haired-male pressed his thumb on the green call button, not giving Y/N the chance to refuse.

"Oops, my finger slipped."

He pushes the device to the left brunette's ear while his mouth hovers over the opposite one.

"Talk to him." He whispers tauntingly, placing his lips back on her neck with the intention of leaving even more love bites. The movement of his fingers inside of her combined with the rubbing motions of his thumb never pausing.

"Hello? Y/N? Are you there?" Aizawa's voice could be heard on the other side of the line.

"Mmm, I'm here. What can I do for you, Shouta?"

Y/N managed to keep her voice level to prevent the male on the other side of the phone call from catching on, but with the effect Chuuya's fingers and mouth were having on Y/N's body, keeping the pleasure from slipping into her voice and being apparent was going to be easier said than done.

"What can you do for me? I'll tell you what you can do. You can hurry your lazy ass up and get back to U.A.  That's what you can do for me."

Being able to overhear the conversation, Chuuya chuckles after having given Y/N yet love bite on the brunette's neck. "He sounds grouchy, doesn't he? He should look into getting laid."

"Hah, do you miss me? ~ I knew that you would." Y/N needed to make this call end quickly, she wasn't sure how long she could keep this up.

"Sure, believe whatever you want to believe. You were discharged from the hospital yesterday; I was notified by your doctor and you still haven't shown up. When are you coming?"

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat.

"I'm...close but..."

"Not yet." Chuuya nipped sharply at her earlobe, the aphrodisiac pain flaring through her sensitive ear caused the brunette to bite her bottom lip.

"I'm...a little preoccupied with something at the moment. I'll be there soon."

From the other side of the phone, Aizawa's eyebrows rose skeptically.

Y/N wasn't sounding like herself.

"Are you okay? You sound a little weird."

Y/N sighs windily, her hips moving on their own accord and bucking in sync with the thrusts of Chuuya's fingers.

"Yup, I'm good. I'm just...hah, caught up with something that has my attention right now."

Aizawa wasn't fully convinced, the brunette sounded like she was panting.

What was she doing?

"...Okay, I guess I'll just see you whenever you get here."

"Ok, bye." Y/N replies in a hurry. Slamming her thumb on the end call button with force. Her hand loosely clutching the phone as she laid her head in the crook of Chuuya's neck.

"Please. ~" Her body racked with pleasant shudders as she felt a jolt of electricity from every roll of Chuuya's thumb.

"You did good, Y/N. I'm proud of you." Chuuya cooed, his voice dripping like sweet honey.

The brunette whines loudly, the last string of her self-control was so close to snapping.

"Cum for me." Chuuya whispers sexily into her ear, his hot breath sending her over the edge as she comes undone on Chuuya's fingers. Opening her mouth, she bites into the pale skin of Chuuya's neck to muffle her scream.

The ginger hissed through his teeth at the sudden burning sensation. Chuuya stills his fingers, allowing the brunette to come down from her high.

Snickering at the sight of Y/N flinching when he pulled his fingers out from her pants. He looks down at his hand that was coated in Y/N's juices, Chuuya smirked as he held his slick covered hand in front of her face.

"Lick them clean."

Obediently, Y/N takes Chuuya's fingers into her mouth, one by one. Swirling her tongue around expertly and sucking on each digit, she maintains direct eye contact with Chuuya whose pupils were completely blown wide.

With a deep animalistic growl, Chuuya surges forward and captures Y/N's mouth once again. His tongue immediately plunged into her mouth, moaning at the taste of her melting on his tongue. He kisses her passionately, soaking up as much of her as he could before the need to breathe overpowered them both.

"Quite ironic how you called me naughty earlier for thinking that I hallucinate about you when you're the one that just came on my fingers while on the phone with your new partner. In the back of an alley during board daylight, let us not forget those fun little facts. You're just a pervert aren't you, Y/N? You got a big thrill out of this didn't you?"

Chuuya taunts as he pulls away from Y/N's lips. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

The ginger's hand gently cups the side of Y/N's face, skimming his thumb against her bottom lip. "You want to keep being my good girl, don't you?"

Y/N nuzzled her face more into the redhead's hand, confirming his question with a soft acknowledging hum; still reeling from the aftershock of her first orgasm.

"Prove it to me. Turn around and put your hands up on the wall. Take your coat off while you're at it, so it won't be in my way."

Y/N's body that was buzzing with pleasure reacted on pure instinct; within a split second, the brunette had slipped her arms out from the confines of her trench coat sleeves; letting the clothing drop to the ground near her feet.

Once her coat was removed, she placed the palms of her hands onto the cold concrete surface of the wall she was just pinned against; bracing herself.

Chuuya makes a noise of approval, loving the way how quickly the brunette reacts to his demands whenever she's needy.

His fingertips tug at the waist band of the brunette's panties, letting the material snap back against her skin; his actions were rewarded with small pleasureful gasps.

Fueling the redhead to proceed even further, he yanks down her pants and her slick coated underwear in one effortless motion.

"Step out of them, would hate to send you back to your precious Shouta with evidence of your time with me all over your clothes." Chuuya snickered calculatingly; personally, he didn't give a damn what the pro hero would think if Y/N were to be seen looking disheveled.

He didn't care if the pro hero saw marks all over her body, her clothes all crumpled up and hair an absolute mess.

'Let him see. I want him to see.'

"Good girl ~ " Chuuya purred seductively, his left hand sliding down to the small of the brunette's back; pressing down slightly. "Arch your back and stick your ass out."

A visible shiver ran down the brunette's spine; almost like second nature to her, Y/N obediently complies what Chuuya had instructed her to do. Hissing through his teeth when the brunette wiggled her hips against the prominent bulge in his pants; moving his hand from the small of Y/N's back to her hips where the bottom of Y/N's shirt had ridden up.

"Did I say you could rub your ass up against me? Are you really that desperate to get fucked?"

The ginger's taunting sent a new wave of arousal into the pit of Y/N's lower abdomen. Throwing her head back with a low-pitched moan, Y/N makes eye contact with the smirking redhead.

"Chuuya is so mean."

The redhead coos, jutting his bottom lip out in a fake pout as his right hand reached forward; his fingers tangling into Y/N's hair, yanking his wrist back hard. The arch of Y/N's back became more pronounced as Chuuya brought his lips to the edge of the brunette's ear.

"Yeah? I'm mean, huh? You want me to play with you? To manhandle your body and fuck you stupid right here, right now in the back of an alley like the dirty little slut you are? Tell me. I won't know what you want if you don't tell me, Y/N."

"Chuuya, please." Y/N whined, bucking her hips back onto the ginger, feeling the redhead growing harder inside his pants. A sharp cry tearing from her kiss-swollen lips as the hand that was resting on her hip had struck her hard on the swell of her ass.

"You should know that you've got to be more specific than that." Chuuya mocked as he brought his hand down on her ass a total of two more times, a sinister grin forming at the corner of his mouth at the sight of a red handprint blooming on her bare skin.

His handprint.

"Shit, Chuuya! Please just fuck me already!" Y/N caves in want, her body igniting with the need to be filled up by him.

The red-haired male releases his hold on the brunette's wavy locks as he chuckles while unbuttoning his pants, the sound of his zipper being pulled down was agonizing slow.

For all the times that Y/N had continuously teased the redhead, Chuuya repays the favor in the form of delaying what the brunette wanted the most.

What Chuuya lacked in his physical height, he more than made up for it with length and girth combined with the prettiest bulbous mushroom tip.

Everything about Chuuya was exceptionally pretty.

"See, now that wasn't too hard, was it?" The ginger teases as he lines himself up with Y/N's twitching hole, purposefully gliding the tip of his cock against her folds; allowing her clit to catch against the head, smearing pre-cum and lubing himself with her juices.

Gripping the sides of her waist in between his hands, the ginger thrusts his hips forward; filling the brunette up to the brim in one slick motion.

A hearty moan of pleasure is exchanged between the two former partners. The warmth and tightness of Y/N's body nearly overestimating the tip of Chuuya's sensitive cock, equally matched the fluttering of Y/N's walls as her body eagerly invited the redhead inch by inch.

"So fucking hot, feels like you're gonna melt my dick off." Chuuya groans heavenly; laying open-mouthed kisses on the back of the brunette's neck, while leaning over Y/N's arched back; after collecting her hair and brushing it to the side.

Pulling his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained, just lightly pressing against her opening; Chuuya slams his hips against Y/N's. Sheathing back inside of her with deep thrusts; the mushroom head of his cock kissing at her cervix.

A scream mixed with a moan that could rival the best porn star is ripped from the brunette's vocal cords as Chuuya chuckles behind her.

Moving one of his hands from her waist; he shoves two of his fingers into her mouth as he sets a brutal and fast pace; his cock ruthlessly ramming at the brunette's cervix.

Y/N sucks on the fingers that were shoved in her mouth, her moans though muffled a bit; noises of pleasure bounced off the shallow alleyway.

"You're being too loud, Y/N." Chuuya crooned, his smirk never faltering as his hips continued to batter and abuse the brunette. "Someone is going to catch us if you don't quiet down."

Y/N's walls momentarily clamp down on Chuuya's cock; eliciting a deep moan from the red-haired male that shifted into a maniacal laughter.

"You'd like that though, wouldn't you? Moaning like a whore so loudly, you want someone to walk by and see you being stuffed full of my cock. Think you would get off to someone watching you? God damn exhibitionist."

Chuuya's hips begin to sputter, signaling to Y/N that the ginger was close; as was she.

"Should take you back with me, so you could be my personal cock sleeve. Mmm... you'd look so pretty on my lap, warming my cock while I'm filling out paperwork in my office. Pussy is too good, I could make that happen."

"Ha, fuck...Chuu-ya~" Y/N mumbled against the fingers playing with her tongue as Chuuya's cock slammed onto one particular place, her walls squeezing down tightly as she gasped around the digits in her mouth; electricity coursing through her veins with every thrust of the redhead's hips.

"You're gonna cum again, aren't you? I can feel you twitching. Go on, cream on my dick."

The brunette's vision flashed white, the tension that had been growing in her lower abdomen snapping for the second time. Chuuya's finger slipped out from the brunette's mouth; moving his spit cover hand back to its original position on her waist as he sped his pace up.

Blue eyes rolling into the back of his head, releasing inside of her. Chuuya's arms slipped around her torso loosely, bringing her back flush against his chest as he nuzzled his head in between the crook of the brunette's neck.

" 'M sorry, you feel too good to pull out, and I didn't have a condom."

Attempting to catch her breath with sweat sticking to her skin, Y/N weakly lifted a hand to stroke her former partner's hair. "S'okay, I'm on the implant."

Chuuya hummed, pressing small kisses on the love bites he had made earlier. "Good."

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It took Y/N a total of fifteen minutes exactly to be able regain her composure to redress herself and walk without her thighs shaking with Chuuya whispering in her ear how she was such a good girl along with whispering various other sweet nothings before giving her one last kiss on her lips and leaving to head back to the Port Mafia.

The brunette was now sitting in the backseat of a taxi driving towards the U.A. campus. Pressing her fingers on her bottom lip her thoughts drift back to how good Chuuya's mouth felt against hers, how good it felt when he moved his fingers the way he did.

She could still hear Chuuya's sultry voice ringing in her ears, degrading and then praising her.

She hadn't seen that dominant side of Chuuya in so long she had forgotten all about how much she enjoyed it.

Y/N was so wrapped up in reminiscing about hooking up with her former partner that she failed to realize that she had already arrived at her destination.

"Ma'am? We've arrived."

The driver's voice tears Y/N out of her daydream. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she clears her throat.

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

Paying her fare, she steps out of the vehicle and proceeds to slam the door shut, watching as the taxi pulls away from the curd and drives off into the distance.

The brunette sighs, turning her head to stare at the enterance of the dorms.

She knew that her appearance was looking as if she had just gotten the life fucked out of her. Her hair was a tangled mess, her neck was covered in love bites, and her clothes were all in a disorderly fashion.

She really didn't want the students or Aizawa for that matter to see her in this state. Y/N crossed her fingers and mentally hoped that everyone was in the classroom having a lesson right now so she could sneak in undetected.

As she creeped closer towards the doors, she silently opens them and peers inside. She appeared to have luck on her side because the living quarters of the dorms were completely empty, which meant class was in session.

The brunette quickly stepped inside further, closing the doors behind her, she rushes towards the elevator. Pressing on the button, the door automatically opens much to Y/N's gratitude.

Walking into the elevator, she pushes on the numbered floor where her room was on and releases a shaky breath.

This was going all too easy.

The gut feeling turned out to be proven right as the elevator dings, signaling that she had reached her floor.

Her eyes are blown wide as the doors open and reveal a stunned Aizawa holding a pile of what appeared to be class assignments in his hand.

Internally cursing at the sight of the black-haired pro hero, Y/N sheepishly smiles at her partner while subtly flipping her hair to cover the love bites on her neck.

"Oh, you're here!"

Aizawa stared vacantly at the brunette, confused as to why she was acting so weird and... Where those bruises he saw? Did someone hurt her? Why did she look so disoriented?

"Yeah...it's kind of my job to be on school grounds, and I live here. Why wouldn't I be here?"

Y/N laughs lightly while stepping off the elevator, the unwavering gaze of Aizawa making her feel a little uneasy for some unknown reason to her.

"All very good points, um I'd love to stay here and chat but I need to go take a shower now, I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

Y/N smiles at the black-haired male, attempting to sidestep past him so she could get to her room but she is barely a foot away from him before his hand latches around her wrist, pulling her to a stop.

"Hold on, are you okay? Are you hurt again? I could have sworn I saw something on your neck, let me see."

Y/N swiftly yanks her wrist out of Aizawa's grip. "That's okay. There's nothing there."

If Aizawa wasn't suspicious before, his interest was definitely sparked now.

"Are you sure?"

The brunette places her hand on the top of Aizawa's shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly.

"I'm perfectly fine. I promise, Shouta. No need to worry. But I really do need to freshen up now."

Aizawa stares at the brunette for a moment before nodding his head with a huff. "Alright, go on and when you're finished come see me. I want to talk about Eri."

Y/N flashes the pro hero another smile before turning on her heels and walked off towards the door of her dorm room.

Aizawa's eyes trailed after Y/N, his suspicions continuing to grow with very passing second.

He was certain he saw bruises all over the little bit of skin on her neck that wasn't concealed by the bandages she wore. 

What happened to her? Was she blindsided? She's too smart for that.

Why was she acting so strange? She was fine the last time he had seen her, and he was positive she didn't have those bruises then.

Nothing was making sense.

Another thing that bothered him was the way her lips looked so...swollen.

Plus, he couldn't help but notice how her hair was messier than usual.

Is her current appearance somehow related to whatever it was that kept Y/N away for so long until now? What was she so caught up in doing that she would feel the need to sneak in?

What caused her to look the way she was looking?

So many questions were howling in his head and it frustrated him like nothing else for not having the answers to those questions.

His hands unconsciously started to crumble up the student's assignment papers he was supposed to grade.

Even if the brunette was to tell him the truth about what had happened to her, did he really want to know?

Chapter Text

Two days.

Two whole days have gone by since Aizawa had caught the brunette in her attempt of sneaking into the dorms. The pro hero had his suspicions as to why Y/N looked so rugged when he finally had seen her, although it was solely speculation on his part up until this point in time.

He knew precisely what he had seen marking the brunette's neck. He wasn't an imbecile.

The Erasure hero would steal quick glimpses at Y/N's throat from time to time whilst lecturing a lesson to their students. Being certain that the brunette wasn't paying him any attention as his eyes unwillingly glared in disdain at the marks.

All the pieces had fallen into place. Everything was making sense now.

His questions, in the end, had the answers he was looking for. Although he wished his traitorous mind wouldn't have joined in on his slow torturous descent as images from within his imagination flashed in his head.

The darkly colored prominent love bites that peeked out from the curtain of Y/N's dark brown wavy hair mocked him endlessly.

Aizawa was certain without a doubt that the only place that she could have obtained the marks that were taunting him was around the timeframe ranging from when he had last seen her at the hospital, to the time that the brunette was attempting to sneak in.

He utterly loathed this peculiar feeling building up from inside him. Y/N was her own woman, and as her own woman, she was free to do whatever she wanted as long as she kept herself out of trouble.

The brunette was still his responsibility beyond everything.

With that in mind, why did it bother Aizawa so much at the knowledge that Y/N had engaged in sex with someone?

Why did it feel like he was at a loss with himself?

He was the type of man who naturally kept his feelings under wraps. He was known to be well reserved with his emotions and was one to not give a damn about the pompous dating lifestyle. Nor did he ever have the spare time away from his work as a teacher as well as his hero work. To humor the idea of finding someone to start a close and intimate relationship with was merely an afterthought.

His relationship with Y/N was purely one of business, nothing more. His mind knew this. Or at least, that's what he's trying so hard to convince himself.

His mind knew that he shouldn't try to pursue anything from Y/N as he would have deemed it a great waste of time and effort, if she were to be absolutely anyone else.

If that was indeed the case of how Aizawa knew he that's how he was meant to feel about the brunette, how he knew that's how it should stay, his heart had different ideas.

He felt comfortable around her, which was a great surprise to him given the fact that he exudes the personality of a loner that doesn't want to be bothered by anyone. One mean look from his sleepy appearing eyes is generally all it takes to ward people away from him when he's in a bad mood.

Y/N is unaffected by the pro hero's behavior, in fact she uses his lonesomeness as fuel to tease him. If she was anyone else, he would have put a halt to the accusations. But with the brunette, he's the opposite. He shrugs off her playful jabs directed at him and buries the lower half of his face into his capture weapon so that Y/N can't see what sort of expression he's making.

He was immensely confused by the clashing emotions he never had to deal with before until Y/N stumbled into his life and slowly turned it upside down right before his eyes in the number of months that they had been each other's partner.

She initially had Aizawa wrapped right around her finger and she most certainly didn't even realize it.

That fact alone was maddening for the pro hero.

It was maddening for him to feel these sorts of emotions that are foreign to him for someone he knew he shouldn't be harboring feelings for.

The person in the midst of his extremely conflicting affections wasn't in the classroom today like she usually would be, like she should have been.

Aizawa had an inkling that the brunette would suddenly pull a disappearing act on him, she has been doing her best to maintain her distance for him as much as possible, even in the classroom.

Which was undeniably pissing him off.

Putting aside whatever her personal affairs were, she very much still had an obligation to be with him on school days, not vanishing to who knows where, whenever she felt like it.

Aizawa laid propped against the wall, adjacent to the door leading out of the classroom. Tucked snugly inside his yellow sleeping bag while the students discussed aloud as to what their activity should be for their participation of the school festival.

He thumbs through his phone until his eyes rest upon Y/N's number. Pressing the call button, he raises his hand and presses the phone up to his ear.

The cell phone line rings twice before it gets picked up.

"If you keep calling me all the time, I'm going to really start believing that you truly don't have any other friends, Shouta. ~"

Aizawa's left eyebrow twitched with silent anger. She certainly loved to push his buttons.

"I need to keep you on a tighter leash, don't I?" Aizawa grumbled languidly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"Where the hell are you, Y/N? Did you magically forget that I'm supposed to be keeping my eye on you? Don't you think that perhaps it'll be difficult for me to do so if you're not here with me right now?"

"Shiver me timbers. Don't tell me you forgot that my only occupation isn't simply just a teacher. I'm also a detective, I know you've grown used to seeing me every day but you can't always have me to yourself. Don't be so greedy." The brunette sang, though her response sounded a little distant.

That little tidbit about the brunette being an active detective did indeed completely slip Aizawa's mind. The two of them have both been busy with monitoring the growth of Class 1-A, combined with the recent raid that they both were a part of. The topic of the brunette's detective work never once came up, it had fallen between the cracks of the pro hero's mind.

"You don't say. Are you working on a case?" Aizawa asked, the pitch in his tone rising a bit with intrigue at the thought of Y/N actually working and trying to focus.

Y/N chuckled lightly. "Nope! I'm building a house of cards."

The pro hero swears he could feel the gears in his brain short circuiting.

"You're building a house of cards?"

"Mhm, there's nothing really happening here so I currently have nothing to wor–"

"Are you fucking serious, Y/N? I thought you were actually doing your job!" Aizawa hissed, his grip on the phone increasing in strength so much so that his knuckles were turning white.

"Oh?" Aizawa's eyes rolled out of impulse upon hearing the smugness in Y/N's voice. "You assumed I was working. I never said that I was."

"What's the point of going in if you're not doing anything productive?"

"Well, if you must know I— Ouch!"

Aizawa pulled the phone away from his ear with a scowl on his face. Why in the hell did she just scream into his ear?

"Y/N?"

He didn't receive any response from the brunette, instead the line on the other side of the phone call went dead. Aizawa stared questioningly at the screen of his phone displaying that the conversation had ended.

"What was that all about?"

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Y/N rubbed to ease the throbbing pain she felt on the crown of her head, with her hand in a circular motion. Her bottom lip jutted out, forming into the rendition of a child's pout while her eyes watered slightly for a dramatic effect as she stared up at the man who had just smacked her.

Her card construction toppled over; the featherweight cards scattering all among her desk.

"That really hurt!"

"Yeah? Well good, it was supposed to hurt, you damn lazy idiot."

The blonde-haired man sneered, his foot tapping impatiently against the floor with his arms crossed together. His eyes were narrowed into slits while his lips were pursed tightly into a thin line.

"I'm going to ask you something, though I'm confident that I already know what your answer is."

Y/N leaned back in her chair with her arms folded behind her head. "Ask away."

"Did you finish your report on Dostoyevsky aligning himself with the yakuza group, Shie Hassaikai?"

Y/N frowned, the still healing wound on her thigh pulsed in remembrance. She had tried to trace his whereabouts since she was first admitted into the hospital, but kept coming up empty. From what she knew, Fyodor wasn't apprehended by police or the heroes like the rest of the Hassaikai. He had invaded arrest long before any of the reinforcements arrived.

Per their agreement that they have reached on about the cooperation of both members of the League, and Y/N herself, the brunette was to keep strict contact with the League for reasons Shigaraki flat out refused to indulge her in. No matter how many times Y/N pressed the blue-haired villain for his plans or his intentions, Shigaraki stood firm on being tight lipped and not telling the brunette a damn thing other than saying that the League would be in touch with her.

She acted first and reached out to the League, demanding to know if either Toga or Twice had seen anyone peculiar with a gunshot wound to the shoulder on the day of the Hassaikai raid. With no such luck, that had led her nowhere but to a dead end.

Dabi at one point patrolled the entire city all throughout the night a number of times, attempting to seek out his own information about the Russian and where he had disappeared to, only to come up empty handed.

It was like the Russian man just vanished into thin air. Y/N was well perceived with the fact that Fyodor was lurking in depths of the shadows like the sleazy street rodent he was, observing her closely. 

He was being alarmingly cautious.

"It's a work in progress."

"Meaning?"

A taunting grin slyly etched onto the brunette's face.

"Meaning that I was working diligently on my report but alas, before long my boredom took over and, in the process, I gave up on writing the report and focused my undivided attention on something more interesting. That being constructing a house of cards instead, hence the aforementioned "work in progress".'

Y/N's eyes laid to rest on the ruins of the house of cards she was constructing.

A loud whine of displeasure emerged from the back of her throat as she gestured with her hands to the pile of cards that messily covered the top of her desk.

"Which might I add, a house of cards that is now destroyed because of you, Kunikida! All my hard work of the day wasted, just like that!"

The blonde-haired male blindly whacks the brunette on the backside of her skull with his notebook full stockpile of his ideals, eliciting a sharp squeal from the woman.

"Ow! That shit hurts I'll have you know!" Y/N shrieks as she winced from the blow. Her hands fly up to cradle the back of her head where she was hit.

"That's the point! If you put in half the effort you have for slacking or trying to follow through with any of your ridiculous suicidal tendencies into actually completing your work for once, then perhaps maybe I wouldn't slap you around so much. Ever thought to stop and consider that?" Kunikida snapped, his teeth clenching down so tightly it was a wonder how the blonde didn't have jaw pain.

Y/N opens her mouth but before she can get a word out, most likely something snarky that would've infuriated the blonde even further, her gaze catches sight of Atsushi walking into the office of the Armed Detective Agency. His heterochromia-colored eyes flitting between the faces of Y/N and Kunkida.

"The President is about to commence the meeting. He sent me to retrieve the two of you since five minutes had gone by from the time that Kunikida-san had first left to look for Dazai-san."

Kunikida's hand tightly clamped down on the brunette's wrist before she could seize the opportunity to slip away to go take a nap on the couch or listen to music with her headphones in order to avoid going to the meeting like she routinely does.

"Don't you even think about it. You're attending this meeting, not weaseling your way out of this one, you sneaky bandage squandering machine."

The blonde pulled roughly on Y/N's wrist, yanking her out of the desk chair and began storming towards the direction of the room the meeting was taking place, dragging a very reluctant Y/N in tow. Atsushi watched the scene before him with exasperated dotted eyes, having already gotten well accustomed to the sight of Y/N being dragged to meetings she didn't see the point in attending.

"It's just the same old meeting! Why do I have to be there?"

"How in the world would you know? You have hardly ever shown up to any meetings in the past. You're attending it."

Y/N dug her heels into the floor while trying to shake off Kunikida's iron tight grip. "But–"

"Would you rather I drag you into the meeting by your ear?" KunIkida's pace came to a stop to direct his eyes onto the struggling brunette.

Y/N clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "No."

"That's what I thought." Kunkida scoffed, resuming to haul Y/N down the hallway to the meeting with Atsushi following alongside the pair, where the rest of the Armed Detective Agency members were lying in wait.

"She's here. You can start now."

Kunikida shoved the brunette down into a chair before occupying a spot near Ranpo who was munching on his snacks.

Y/N slumped deep into the chair she was shoved into, not bothering to listen. Nothing that she didn't already know was being said. Sighing under her breath out of boredom, she had tuned out the sound of Kunikida's voice, who was now sharing what he had to inculde in this particular meeting.

Retracting her phone, she silently mashes her thumb onto the keyboard to type a message.

To: Slug

My neck looks like I have been mauled by a wild animal. What are you? A vampire?

The response she had gotten was immediate, causing the brunette to grin.

From: Slug

Funny how I didn't hear any complaints when I had you shamelessly moaning in that alley. You didn't stop me when we both knew that you very well could have at any time.

Y/N hummed lowly to herself, one of her hands sliding up to her neck. Her finger pushing down on one of the darkly colored love bites that lingered on her skin. A small jolt of pain flaring out from the bruise she was pressing on.

'He's not exactly wrong.'

A hand slammed down hard on the top of the meeting room table. Y/N didn't even flinch, stuffing her phone back into concealment while making a mental note to text Chuuya back, she readjusts herself in the chair before her eyes settle on a fuming Kunikida.

"Oi Y/N, have you been listening to anything that we have talked about as a group?"

The brunette smiles wryly: propping her elbows on the tabletop she cups her cheek within her hands. "I have. I've been listening this entire time about whatever I was meant to hear."

"Fill me in, what were you meant to hear?" The blonde-haired man tested her, his eyes narrowed into suspicious slits from the other side of the table; arms crossed over his chest. He cocked his head to the side, already aware that the brunette was lying straight to his face.

"Whatever you wanted me to hear."

Y/N's wolffish grin increased in size, taking great pleasure in observing Kunikida unknowingly play right into the palms of her hands.

Something that always felt gratifying to her, if he was going to force her to sit through a meeting that she didn't want to attend in the first place, she might as well get something out of it.

"And what did I want you to hear?"

Kunikida raised an eyebrow in anticipation. His patience for the brunette running thinner with every passing second, the telltale of his foot tapping against the floor in a highly annoyed manner was a clear indication that made Y/N snicker internally.

"You tell me."

"Y/N—" The tone of Kunikida's voice dropped an octave in the same instant that his hands had balled tightly into fists, the brunette was teetering dangerously close on the edge of Kunikida's very last nerve.

His irritation with Y/N quickly shifted into confusion as the brunette rose out of the chair she was shoved into while stretching her arms until she heard a popping sound emitting from her joints.

"Hate to cut this meeting short but I regret to inform you that my presence has been requested by the pro hero, EraserHead. I best be on my way, already kept him waiting way to long."

Y/N fibbed perfectly through her teeth; sounding so sincere that even Lucifer himself would be tricked by her manipulative ways. The brunette waved her hand lazily farewell to her fellow coworkers, who appeared just as flabbergasted at the suddenness of her random outburst, as Kunikida did.

With the sole exception being Ranpo who simply smirked at the woman.

Shooting the snack lover a knowing look with a mischievous glint in her eyes; Y/N swiftly walked out of the room, the sound of Kunikida shouting her name carrying all throughout the hallway as the brunette hummed softly to herself while making her way to the sofa.

'Time for a well-deserved nap. ~'

Chapter Text

"There she is!"

In an instant, before anyone could react, Eri who had been recently released from hospital into the care of U.A. with the approval of Principal Nezu and had been brought onto the campus by Mirio and Aizawa, was snatched up from the ground as is she weighed as light as a feather; her pink unicorn that she clutched in her arms nearly falling out of her grasp at the sudden, unexpected motion.

"You look just absolutely adorable, Bella."

The little girl was cradled straight into the chest of the brunette whose existence had been missing from the dorms for days on end.

She made certain to stay away long enough for the love bites that covered her neck to fade into barely noticeable splotches of discoloration on her skin.

Y/N nuzzled her cheek against Eri's affectionately. "It feels like an eternity since the last time I saw you."

From where he was standing, Aizawa cleared his throat to draw the brunette's attention onto him; his arms folded taut across his chest.

"Alright that's enough. She was just cleared from the hospital, don't give her a reason to go back over being smothered."

The brunette childishly stuck her tongue out at the pro hero. "I'm being doting not smothering. Those are two completely separate things; besides Eri likes it."

Y/N retracted her face to smile warmly down at the small child she had in her arms; with Eri's legs wrapped loosely around Y/N's waist. "Don't you, Eri?"

Eri very faintly nodded her head while diverting her eyes to the ground. Y/N slyly glanced back over at the black-haired pro hero with a smug condescending grin tugging onto her lips.

"What was that you were saying? About me smothering her? Do repeat that won't you."

While his arms remained crossed over his chest; his hands balled into slightly clenched fists as his jawbone flexed.

What an utter brat Y/N was being.

"Eri!"

The brunette unravels Eri's legs from her waist before lowering the blue-haired little girl back onto the ground as soft footfalls soon approached closer, consistent of Midoriya, Uraraka, and Tsuyu.

"Deku." Eri greeted the teen back softly.

"What? Who's this? Your daughter, Dazai-sensei?" Ojiro pondered confusingly, his eyes flickering from Eri to the brunette who was just holding the girl in her arms, who shrugs her shoulders which confuses the teenager even further.

"What lovely clothes." Tsuyu smiles while pressing her finger against the side of her face while admiring the new outfit Eri was sporting.

"S-S-So Cute!" Uraraka cheerfully exclaims as a light pink blush dusted along her cheeks.

"Midoriya." Aizawa calls, his voice ripping the green-haired teen's attention momentarily away from Eri who had one hand lightly grasping the back of Y/N's pants with her other hand gripping harder onto her pink unicorn unconsciously.

"The principal has given permission. In order to keep her from being surprised and panicking, we wanted to let her visit once to get used to it."

"Eri... I see, you're from the work study!" Iida saunters next to his classmates' side as a gentle smile formed on his face. "I'm Iida! Nice to meet you!"

"I'm Mineta! I can't wait to see how you look in ten years."

Eri sidesteps behind Y/N's legs; peeking around the brunette's body timidly. "She's kind of shy."

Y/N places her hand down on the top of Eri's light blue hair; strands of the blue locking slipping in between Y/N's fingers as she lightly massaged the girl's scalp for solace.

"Shy, huh?"

Mirio briefly gazed down at Eri, smiling brightly. "So, I wanted to take Eri around U.A. Midoriya, Dazai, do you want to come, too?"

"Huh?" The green-haired teen blinked, taking a second to process what he was asked as a big grin had engraved onto the young hero's face. "Yes!"

"Of course."

The dormitory double doors are pushed open from behind the small crowd of students standing around the little girl; revealing Kirishima and Koda.

"Hey, dance team! We wanted to talk about-- Oh, it's Eri!"

Kirishima hastily makes his way over to greet Eri. "Hey there! Wait, you don't know who I am, huh?"

"Then, why don't we take a break?" Mina suggests, stretching her arm high above her head, catching the attention of her classmates. "Let's have teatime!"

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"Today's a weekend, but since everyone's in the dorms, a lot of students are still preparing for the festival." Mirio discloses to Eri who was sandwiched in between the blonde-haired teen and the brunette.

Her pink unicorn was given to one of the students to hold onto for her while she was given the tour around the school.

Eri held Y/N's hand in her own as Midoriya grinned softly at the little girl while the four of them walked through the bustling decorated hallways of the school.

A pair of third year Business Course students stroll out of a classroom. One of which carried a medium sized box in his arms, while the other carried a stack of flyers. Both of them instantly spotted Mirio with a little girl practically superglued at his side.

"Oh, it's Togata!"

"What?! A kid?! Don't tell me this is why you're on temporary leave from school...?!"

In response, Mirio cocked his head to the slight, giving the two students a subtle closed eye smile with a small huff.

"Wait, say something! This makes it seem real!"

The student carrying the stack of flyers chuckles softly when extending his arm to give out a couple of the posters to the two teenage boys.

"Putting all jokes aside, this year's Class I will be amazing, so make sure you come!"

"I'll definitely go!"

"This is a really nice flyer...!"

The group of four eventually wandered back outside, strolling around the campus observing as different classes were preparing for their participation in the school festival.

"Even though there's still a month everyone's really busy!" Midoriya gawked; starstruck by the amount of effort the students were putting in.

"Everyone's trying to do something cooler than last year... They're trying to make it "Plus Ultra!""

Seemingly out of thin air, the model of a fierce dragon materializes right in the path of the two boys, startling the green-haired teen.

"Oh, sorry!" Tetsutetsu quickly apologizes as he moves the dragon head model out of the way from his face. Immediately recognizing a familiar face from the other first year hero course class.

"Hey, you're Midoriya from Class A!"

"What's this, what's this? For you to be idling around in a place like this... You don't have any work to do?"

Monoma patronizes arrogantly, stepping out from behind Tetsutetsu, smirking condescendingly at the green-haired teen who glances down at the blue-haired girl staring at the model dragon.

The brunette usually liked the cocky confidence the Class B student projected, although his ego was somewhat too overexaggerated.

"Eri, are you okay?"

"I thought it was the person that fell from the sky..."

"Fell from the sky...?"

A fleeting flashback of the pro hero, Ryukyu in her dragon form rippled throughout Y/N's mind.

"Oh, you mean Ryukyu."

Monoma continued to jibe snarky remarks at the green-haired teen.

"Are you ignoring me? You sure that's okay? I heard Class A is doing a concert or something. You okay with that? This time, to put it bluntly, Class B's performance is going to be much more amazing than yours! "Romeo and Juliet and the Prisoner of Azkaban: The Return of the King." A super spectacular fantasy play!"

A mystified look crossed over the faces of the four, who were also stunned speechless.

"You should probably go prepare-- A handkerchief to wipe your tears when you're blown away by us, that is!" The blonde sent himself into a fit of uncontrolled fit of hysterical laughter, the pupils in his eyes constricting in size.

Unaware of his classmate, Yosetu Awase, lurked behind him with a loose thin slab of 2x4 lumber wood, knocking the arrogant Class B student unconscious.

"He seems to be even nastier than usual..." Awase tossing the lumber wood to the ground before walking over to his knocked-out classmate to drag him up onto his feet and haul him away. "Sorry, Class A. Kendo isn't around, so there's no one to stop him."

"It seems like she always came as a set with Monoma..." Midoriya says, his head whipping vigorously from the left to the right; not catching sight of the ginger-haired girl.

"Not today. She's going to be in the beauty pageant."

"Beauty pageant?!" Midoriya exclaimed, his eyes grow wide with surprise.

"Yeah, she was entered against her will." Awase informed, slinging the dead weight of Monoma's arm over his shoulder while wrapping his other arm around the blonde's waist to keep him steady as he led his unconscious classmate off in a different direction.

"I'm not Monoma, but let's go all out!" Tetsutetsu challenged the green-haired teen with a determined grin as he turned to follow after his fellow classmates.

"Sorry to suddenly show you the bad parts of U.A., Eri." Mirio apologizes, offering the blue-haired little girl an awkward smile as the three Class B students had walked out of earshot.

Up ahead of the students, Y/N takes notice of Midnight standing near the far end of the campus. Her eyes darted down to the little girl who was staring up at Mirio in wonder as he mentioned another participant in the beauty pageant.

Sensing an opportunity to break away from the students; Y/N untwines her hand from Eri's.

"You all go on without me. I'm going to go have a chat with Midnight, I'll catch back up with you later."  The brunette smiles at the three warmly, both Midoriya and Mirio nod their heads understandingly. With a quick wave of her hand, Y/N shoves her hands into her trench coat pockets and leisurely walks over to where she had seen the dark-haired heroine.

"So, she finally returns. I haven't seen you around these last few days, are you okay? How are your injuries healing?" Midnight asks while she momentarily directs her attention from observing the progression of students from different classes onto the newly arrived brunette; a look of concern painted the dark-haired heroine's face.

Her sky-blue eyes closely scanning down Y/N's body, searching for any remaining indication of pain or distress.

"Nothing I can't handle." A mischievous smirk glossing Y/N's pink tinted lips. Her hand shot out to softly grasp Midnight's chin.

"Were you worried about me, Nemuri?  If I was to tell you that I still felt pain, would you kiss it better? ~"

Y/N cooed sickeningly sweet; by the grace of luck, the two women were relatively off the side in the far end of the campus grounds.

Students were too immersed with their class activity for the school festival to pay them any attention. The brunette loved to poke the bear; sort of speak, in a number of ways.

Her teasing mannerisms weren't exclusively reserved for just Aizawa, she and Midnight had grown abundantly close. The two women would trade playful, flirtatious comments with each other when class was over for the day whenever the chance presented itself.

There would be some light physical contact displayed, an example would be Y/N playing with Midnight's silky soft locks that could keep the brunette entertained for hours.

Another example would be Midnight holding Y/N's hand and lightly kissing the faded skin toned small scars on the brunette's knuckles or allowing Y/N to lay her head on Midnight's thighs to act as a pillow with Y/N's arms wrapped firmly around the heroine's waist whenever Y/N wanted to take a nap in the teacher's lounge.

They had quickly formed a sensuous friendship over their clashing playful personalities. The flirty comments to each other and the small displays of affection have yet to be taken any further than that. There has been time when brunette has checked out the curvy heroine more than once; through no fault of her own.

Midnight was breathtaking which the heroine was more than aware of, and when she was wearing her hero costume, it left little to the imagination of Y/N.

Playing along with the brunette's game, Midnight's arm slipped around the brunette's back. Her manicured hand nestling comfortably on Y/N's hip.

"Now is not the appropriate time; though if you're a good girl, then maybe there'll be a chance."

The smirk on Y/N's face was viscous, her tongue slithering out of her mouth to lick her lips.

The very same lips that made strong men weak, and wise men foolish. "Is that a promise?"

"Excuse me, ladies."

The heads of both women snapped towards the sound of the voice, Principal Nezu was standing a few feet away from them with a small grin that he usually had in his face.

"How long have you been there?"

Principal Nezu laughed lightly, "Just arrived, there's a matter about the school festival that I need to discuss with Kayama. As for Dazai, I had heard that Aizawa was looking for you."

Y/N's dark brown eyebrows arched questioningly. The black-haired pro hero had just seen her early that morning, so why was he attempting to look for her now?

"Did you manage to catch on as to why he's looking for me?"

"I didn't unfortunately, all I know for certain is that he's searching for you."

The brunette swiftly brushed a kiss on Midnight's cheek; warm breath fanning her face before Y/N pulled herself away from the heroine. "Such a shame to be interrupted."

Midnight lifted her hand to the cheek Y/N had kissed as she chuckled at the brunette. "Go on, you know how annoyed Shouta gets the longer he is kept waiting."

"All the more fun to keep him waiting even longer in my opinion. I live for the chase." Y/N smiled angelically which contradicted the devilish glimmer dancing in her brown eyes.

"Despite that, I would like to know what his reasoning is for looking for me. So..." Y/N winked proactively Midnight who rolled her own eyes playfully in response.

"Until next time."

Without another word, Y/N breezed past the two heroes who watched as she walked back in the same direction she had appeared from, disappearing in the crowd of busy students.

"She sure is a menace to Shouta."

Midnight revealed with a soft sigh as she positioned her hands on her hips, no longer seeing the brunette amongst the crowd.

"I think they would make an extraordinary couple." Principal Nezu announces; his arms folded behind his back. Midnight's eyes widen slightly in surprise, she hadn't expected him to blurt out his opinion on the relationship Y/N and Aizawa had.

"What makes you say that?"

"Simple. He keeps her grounded, while she keeps him on his toes. They both have powers that cancel out everyone else's by a simple look or touch. They are very compatible with each other. The two of them complement each other personality wise." Principal Nezu replied coolly, counting off his reasons to believe that the two teachers he had set up to be partners would make a great couple if the two were to date each other.

"When you put it that way, I can see how you would think that Y/N and Aizawa would make a good couple. Only time will tell if that would be proven to be true or not."

"Agreed. Now about what I wanted to talk to you about the school festival..."

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It didn't take long for Y/N to find Aizawa, he was in their empty classroom having a conversation with his friend, Present Mic. The two male pro heroes quickly cut their discussion short when they both caught sight of the brunette who seemed perplexed but nevertheless shot the two males a smile. "A little birdie had informed me that you were looking for me."

Aizawa subtly nodded his head at his friend who slapped his hand hard on the latter's back. "Good luck man, I have a feeling you're going to need it."

Present Mic waggled his eyebrows playfully at the brunette as he left Aizawa's side to walk past the brunette and out the classroom, leaving the two partners alone.

The brunette remained silent, waiting for her partner to speak about whatever it was that was on his mind.

"Listen because I'm only going to say this once. There's this place. A club, actually; where pro heroes and upper-class members of society go to that allows them to truly relax away from the prying eyes of the public along with the media. Normally, you wouldn't be able to get in, it would defeat the purpose of this place being exclusive. However, I thought I'd be nice and treat you to a night out."

Y/N gives the black-haired pro hero a goofy half smile. "Are my ears playing tricks on me, or did you just ask me out?"

"Do you even want to go?"

Y/N's half smile melted into her all too familiar teasing smirk. "I know what you're doing, but it's not going to work. Don't answer my question with a different question."

"A simple yes or no would suffice."

"I'll give you an answer after my question that I asked first. Are you asking me out?"

Aizawa's resolve was slipping, he so badly wanted to remind Y/N of her place and correct that bratty personality trait she had picked up.

"I'm asking you to go out to a club with me, yes."

"Sounds like it could be fun."

A thin black eyebrow rose with anticipation. "So, you'll go?"

"I will. When are we going?"

"Tonight."

The brunette hums softly, leaning her head close to his face. The pro hero's eyes widened in shock; she was close. Too close. Close enough to kiss him. Their lips hovering over each other just inches apart, Aizawa could feel Y/N's warm breath fanning his face.

At the last second, Y/N inclines her head; her voice was a raspy drawl whispering into his ear.

"It's a date."

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Y/N looked good. She knew very well that she was naturally attractive. She had the face that enticed both men and women alike and the body that could make anyone drop to the knees for her. It wasn't required or a necessity in any case, for the brunette to put in too much effort when she wanted to turn heads.

The dangerous combination of her smooth way with words and her tenacious flirty persona; she could easily make anyone bend to her will at the drop of a dime.

Y/N was the type of woman who flawlessly oozed sex appeal. It came naturally to her.

A seductress.

She typically wasn't someone who wore dresses frequently, let alone at all. Her entire wardrobe consisted of, for the most part; pantsuits. However, since Aizawa was taking her to a club that was exclusively for heroes and the higher class of society, she deduced that she should dress to impress.

She wore a simple satin backless black dress with thin spaghetti straps draped over her shoulders, her dark brown hair cascaded in flawless waves, down the front of the dress like a waterfall. Fresh white bandages wrapped around her full breasts, giving off an appearance similar to a bandeau bra hidden just barely underneath the cowl neckline of the dress.

The length of the dress came to a stop at Y/N's mid-thigh with bandages placed on the very top area of her left thigh. The little black number was classy yet sexy at the same time.

The sleek black satin material of the dress hugged Y/N's body marvelously in all the right places that had acted as a second skin.

Y/N didn't care much for the idea of high heels, for one; she despised the way her feet would ache in those "ridiculously long heeled contraptions" as she called them. She always opted out for combat boots.

She recalls back to one of her last missions in the Port Mafia with Chuuya where she had dressed up nicely in order to seduce information out of a well-known weapon smuggler known to attend masquerade balls who was deemed as a potential threat; and eliminate him.

That night was the one and only time she had ever worn high heels.

She still felt great revulsion at the memory of the man's fingers trailing up and down her arm while attempting to make a move on her with the intention of bringing the brunette into his bed.

Her target idiotically spouted out exactly what information Y/N was seeking. She had then successfully lured the man far away from the absentminded masquerade party-goers where Chuuya had finished the man off instantly by shooting him point blank twice before the man could even let out a scream of terror.

Y/N is brought back to reality by the sound of knocking at the door to her dorm room. The brunette crosses the distance from her previous position standing in front of the large, full-length mirror she had in her room, to the door in a number of small, quick strides.

Upon opening the door, her sight is immediately on Mina, Momo, Uraraka, Jiro, Denki and Kirishima standing near the threshold; all of whom were smiling dazzlingly at the brunette-haired woman.

Y/N quipped an eyebrow with equally matched amusement and curiosity.

"What are you guys up to?"

Mina excitedly bounded towards Y/N; looping her arm through the brunette's with stars sparkling in her eyes while tugging the woman out of her room so that the group of students could get a better look at her. "We heard you and Mr. Aizawa are going out on a date! We wanted to see you before you two lovebirds left."

Denki's eyes traveled over the dress that clung to Y/N's body as a playful, innocent wolf whistle slipped past his lips. "Are you a parking ticket, Dazai- sensei? Because you've got fine written all over you."

His peers turned to look at each other; all of them sharing a look before they simultaneously combusted into a fit of uncontrolled contagious laugher while Kirishima chucked his arm around Denki's shoulders with small euphoric tears accumulating in the crevice of his eyes.

"That has got to be the cheesiest pickup line I've ever heard."

Y/N snickers lightly, "Cheesy nevertheless, I'd still consider it a compliment."

"I still can't believe that a man like Aizawa was able to settle down and be married to a woman like you, Dazai-sensei. You two are polar opposites."

Momo states; her head cocking to the side faintly. Uraraka snapped her fingers as if she had just remembered something important. "I've been wondering for a while now, who proposed to who?"

"I've been wondering the same thing! Only, I can't possibly imagine Aizawa getting down on one knee though. He doesn't seem like the type of guy." Kirishima sheepishly admits; rubbing at the nape of his neck.

'That's right, the students are still under the impression that Shouta and I are married. So much has come to pass lately that I must have shoved the fake marriage act to the back burner. Did Shouta also get careless and had dismissed it as well?'

The brunette offered up a smug half grin.

"Contrary to your popular belief, Aizawa can be very romantic at times and quite the gentleman."

Mina squealed merrily. Her hands balling up into fists to assist in controlling her excitement, "I knew it! He would need to have a romantic, charismatic side that he only shows to you if he was lucky enough to have you as his wife in the first place. Tell me, I have to know! Was it love at first sight?"

The brunette didn't get the opportunity to answer the enthusiastic pink-haired teen, the deep clearance of someone's throat seized the attention of the students away from Y/N and onto Aizawa who was dressed in a black thin striped slim vest.

Beneath that, he had on a black dress shirt accompanied by a gray tie with black dress pants to complete his look; the brunette's eyes were trapped in a trance by the way the muscles in Aizawa's biceps rippled beneath the fabric of the tight long sleeves when the pro hero folded his arms over his chest with his eyebrows pinched together slightly. His face framed by strands of loose hair while the rest was tied up into a man-bun hair style.

'Holy shit, he's fucking buff. What else is he hiding underneath that baggy hero costume of his?'

"If that's all for this unscheduled game of 21 questions, we need to getting going."

The group of students groaned in great disappointment that they weren't going to hear the answer from Y/N anytime soon. "Aw, already?"

Aizawa narrowed his eyes at his crestfallen students. "Shouldn't you all be working on your homeroom assignments?"

Their heads drop in the same instant that their shoulders slumped with defeat; causing the brunette to chuckle at the sight of the teenagers visibly depleting.

The complaints of protest rang in the ears of the two teachers as the group of students dragged their feet down the hallway, assuming to either head into their rooms or to the living area.

Watching the students leave until they were out of earshot, Y/N's eyes promptly traveled slowly up and down the pro hero's body. Appreciating how good his body appeared, since she has only ever seen him wearing his usual hero costume, after all.

"You definitely are a sight for sore eyes, Shouta. You clean up very nicely." She crooned with a waggish smirk that only intensified when she caught sight of Aizawa's eyes briefly trailing up and down her body as well.

A sense of pride boasted her ego when she noticed that Aizawa's eyes had dilated as he drunk in the sight of Y/N looking absolutely mesmerizing.

"Can say the same about you." Aizawa replied as he swallowed the lump in his throat.  "Shall we go?"

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The club was a floor below ground, with the floor above reserved for staff as well as for storage. The thumping beat of the music vibrated against the soles of the combat boots she was wearing as Aizawa led her, by holding her hand through an expansive room; which was divided into sections where the even more exclusive people were sitting.

There were two bars, one on each side of the room that connected to the massive dance floor rammed full of bodies; with a stage that housed the DJ.

Aizawa pulled Y/N to stop just as they had reached the dance floor, he lowered his head and positioned his lips near her ear so she could understand him even over the music booming loudly in the club.

"Go grab a booth for us and I'll get some drinks. What do you want?"

"Whiskey Sour." Y/N replied.

With a swift nod of his head, Aizawa turns and pushes his way through the multitude of dancing, hot and sweaty bodies in the direction in which one of the two bars was located.

Y/N spots an empty booth relatively close to where she was currently standing, just to the right of the dance floor. Seeing how packed the club was, she opted for this particular booth as she figured that other booths were already taken.

She sits at the very end of the booth, leaning her back against the booth cushion, her eyes briefly sweep across the room. Through the flashing club lights, Y/N can make out Aizawa talking to the female bartender with his back facing her; standing at the bar through the crowd of people not too far away from her.

The rhythmic bass of the next song filled the air without much effort, enchanting the brunette up from the booth and onto the center of the dance floor. Y/N moves her body with the music, hands in the air, her hips swaying hypnotically to the beat of the music. The blissful haze was like a shot of adrenaline to the brunette's heart as her eyelashes fluttered shut at the same moment, she slightly tossed her head up towards the ceiling.

Having not a single care in the world as the brunette's hips rocked in tune with the music. Her head lolls to the side; slowly prying her eyes open, she makes direct eye contact with Aizawa who was now facing the brunette with desire filled eyes.

He had taken a seat on a barstool; swirling the contents of his drink, listening to the chinking of the ice cubes as he patiently waited for Y/N's drink to be made by the bartender who attempted to flirt with the black-haired pro hero but to her displeasure, Aizawa was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes trained onto Y/N.

Not daring to spare one measly look at the bartender desperately trying to gain his attention.

His gaze tracked every little movement her body made. From the seductive sway of her hips to the way a sexy smile grew on her face.

Aizawa was completely and utterly enraptured by Y/N.

The brunette enjoyed having the black- haired pro hero's attention glued solely onto her; like she was the only one in the room. Shooting Aizawa a wink, she giggled at the recognition of the look in Aizawa's eyes had darkened dangerously.

Once again, Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as her body continued to move in rhythm of the club music. It didn't take long at all until Y/N felt a pair of large hands placed themselves on her hips.

With a firm, warm chest being pressed up against her back Y/N rolls her hips to the beat of the music against the figure now dancing up behind her; a dark chuckle erupted near her ear as the male dipped his head. His warm breath fanning against the shell of her ear, resulting in a shiver that racked down her spine.

"Hello there, gorgeous."

Her dark brown eyes peeled back open as she slightly cocked her neck to the side. Y/N had expected the man she was dancing with was the black-haired pro hero but as her vision refocused to the flashing lights of the club, she takes instant notice of the two massive scarlet-colored wings attached to the back of an extraordinary attractive blonde.

His golden eyes seemingly shining brightly under the flashing club lights, the grin on his face a mix of being playful and mischievousness.

The brunette smirked, she now knew who her dance partner was. The current number three hero; Hawks. 

The man known to be 'too fast for his own good.' She had seen his stupidly handsome face plastered on billboards all over the city; showcasing his part time job as a model out to the public.

The brunette had a good laugh at the irony when she had caught wind of the fact that Hawks cared so little about his social status or recognition, despite him climbing the ranks fairly fast; and being beloved by many of his adorning fans.

"Liked what you saw so much you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, huh?" Y/N teased with a hint of merriment seeping into her tone.

Hawks sensually squeezed the soft flesh of Y/N's hips in between his fingers. "Can you blame me? Who can resist a woman like you?"

The brunette sighed softly; glancing back over to the bar, her gaze clashing with Aizawa angrily narrowing his eyes at the oblivious blonde, the grip he had on the glass cup tightening when Y/N flashed him a wicked grin and continued dancing with the blonde; way too sexually for Aizawa's liking.

A muscle in the pro hero's jaw flexed; the teacher slammed his drink down on the table top surface of the bar and rose to his feet. His hands balled up furiously, the tips of his fingernails forming half crescent moon shaped marks on the fleshly center of his palms; jealousy taking over every fiber of his being.

Aizawa marched over to Y/N heatedly before he could even give himself a chance to think clearly. His slightly calloused hand wrapped around Y/N's upper arm firmly before yanking her body out of the blonde's embrace and tugging her to his side.

Hawks widened his eyes in surprise at Aizawa's actions. The golden gaze of the winged blonde hero observes the hold Aizawa had on the brunette's body, specially paying close attention to the way how the black-haired pro was glowering at him with apparent annoyance. 

With a lighthearted chuckle, Hawks raises his hands up in a childlike manner. "My mistake, I didn't realize that she was your girl, Eraser."

"We're leaving." Aizawa growled lowly into the brunette's ear, his arm slipping down from her upper arm to wrap around Y/N's waist before shooting the winged pro hero one last glare as Aizawa led the brunette through the mass of sweaty bodies; away from the blonde she was once dancing with, and dragged her outside the club.

As the pair was approaching Aizawa's car, Y/N attempted to push the pro hero's arm off from her waist, but his hold merely tightened at notion of her struggle.

"What's the rush? Is something wrong?" Y/N taunted with a conniving smile; her voice deceivingly innocent.

Aizawa clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth down to powder. He was livid; an ominous look dancing in his eyes. The brunette bit the bottom of her lip; finding the jealousy the black-haired teacher was displaying, attractive.

"Shut the hell up and get in the car." Aizawa snarled, he was in no mood to play Y/N's silly little mind games.

Y/N ran her tongue over the surface of her pearly white teeth before looking him right in the eyes with a cocky smirk pulling at her full looking lips that were just begging to be bitten.

"Make me."

That was it. He couldn't take it anymore.

The last thread of restraint that held Aizawa back for so long had finally reached its breaking point and snapped right in half.

The buff arm wrapped squarely around Y/N's waist had tightened almost painfully as Aizawa's other hand rapidly grasped the back of Y/N's neck securely so she couldn't pull her face away as he lunged forward and passionately crashed his lips onto hers.

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"You must think you're real fucking funny."

Aizawa snarled through gritted teeth; unbridled furry evident on his face as the pro hero's body looms closely over Y/N, whom he had pinned against the door of a hotel room, after dramatically slamming it shut the moment the two partners had stepped foot inside of their designated room.

A hotel room that Aizawa had booked for the night in the spur of the moment; he couldn't restrain himself any longer.

His unexpressed feelings for the brunette that he had been trying so hard to keep under the surface ultimately seeped through the cracks he attempted to mask.

The kiss Aizawa first initiated after hauling the brunette out of the club rapidly progressed into a fervid make out session with the couple pressed up on the side of Aizawa's vehicle.

If anyone was to simply walk past them, it would appear to any onlookers that the two teachers were madly in love with each other.

The pro hero couldn't suppress his desire to touch Y/N intimately; not when he had held himself back for such a long period of time.

The undrawn hotel room curtains allowed light from the full moon to illuminate the king-sized suite; though the darkness in Aizawa's jet black eyes was emphasized.

Pools of ink glaring intensely at the brunette who, in return was holding her head high; undeterred by the fiery intensity of Aizawa's gaze that was practically burning into hers.

"I believe I'm hilarious, if I say so myself." Y/N gloats smugly; the cold feel of the metal door against her highly exposed back caused the brunette to arch her body from the door slightly, shivers racking down her spine. As a result, Y/N had been pressed even closer into Aizawa.

"You're playing a very reckless game with me, Y/N." The pro hero states as a warning; his voice was rough, baritone dripping like sweet honey.

His calloused fingers reaching out to grip Y/N's chin roughly, forcing the brunette's face towards him until their lips were merely inches away from each other. His thumb brushing along Y/N's bottom lip; dragging it down slightly.

Aizawa's intoxicating scent immediately flooded Y/N's nostrils; a very distinctive scent of teakwood mixed with amber. The fresh, woody aroma combined with the rich, spicy undertone was nearly enough to make the brunette salivate; he smelt absolutely heavenly.

Y/N chuckles in response; her tongue slowly slithers out to wet her lips. "Is that right? Sorry to inform you, but I don't have the slightest clue as to what you're implying. I was simply enjoying my night out."

The brunette flutters her eyelashes at him; her tone feigning false innocence.

"By the way," Y/N pauses, a sinful grin materialized onto her face. Her eyes sparkled with unholy intentions inside the poorly lit hotel room; a look that Aizawa knew would cause him trouble one way or another.

The pro hero inhaled through his nose deeply in anticipation; preparing himself for whatever Y/N was going to say next.

"That handsome guy back in the club, Hawks. He was an excellent dancer, don't you think? Makes me wonder where else he excels; in the bedroom for example. He seems like he would be great in bed."

At the mention of the winged hero who was dancing sensuously with Y/N, the blonde male's hands on the curve of Y/N's hips; being able to feel the skin that was exposed by her little black dress for everyone to see, underneath his palms, made Aizawa's anger resurface with a vengeance; effectively seeing red.

With an animalistic growl that rumbled deep from within his chest, Aizawa's fingernails dig into the skin of Y/N's chin; titling his head faintly, he claims the brunette's lips hungrily for the second time that night. His mouth crashed against Y/N's as if he was determined to flatten the brunette's lips.

Y/N eagerly reciprocates, slinking her arms around Aizawa's neck; the brunette gripped the back of his head securely. Y/N moves her mouth enthusiastically against his; tongues swirling against each other, both trying to pin down the latter.

"Jump." Aizawa instructs; muffled into Y/N's mouth.

The brunette reacts before she even realizes it. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Aizawa's hands firmly grasp the flesh underneath Y/N's thighs; dangerously close to her ass, to lift her from the ground.

Feeling her legs instantly wrapped around his waist, Aizawa carries Y/N from the hotel door where he had her pinned and effortlessly strolls across the room until his knees brush against the edge of the large bed all the while keeping his lips planted onto Y/N's.

The king-sized bed dipped from the added weight of Aizawa placing a knee onto the mattress before pushing Y/N's body down on the center of the bed.

Reluctantly pulling his lips away from the brunette, his lust clouded eyes; pupils fully dilated, drinking in the sight of Y/N's swollen lips. Using her elbows to keep her upper body propped up on the bed, she stared longingly at the pro hero with an equally matched lust filled half lidded gaze.

The spaghetti straps of Y/N's black satin dress had slipped from the top of her shoulders, which caused the cowl neckline to droop even further; revealing more of the brunette's body, particularly Y/N's bandaged wrapped breasts to Aizawa's greedy eyes.

Aizawa straddles Y/N; one of his knees slotting in the middle of the brunette's thighs, towering over her. Aizawa leans down, maneuvering his head to nestle in between the junction of Y/N's neck and shoulder; leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on the column of her throat.

Blissful sighs are coaxed out from the brunette's mouth, which encourages Aizawa to push the boundaries even further by shimmying the black dress down the length of the brunette's body, followed by her red lacy panties; tossing the clothing impulsively to the side, hearing it land with a soft thud elsewhere in the room.

The pro hero slides his body downward on the bed, trailing his mouth from Y/N's neck to her collarbones; nipping at the skin as he does.

"Can I?" Aizawa looks up to the brunette for consent, an evident hunger raging in his eyes.

Y/N hummed, pushing her upper body up more using her elbows; allowing the pro hero to unravel the bandages she had wrapped around her breasts, before pressing her upper body back flat onto the mattress.  Her dark brown hair fanning out as she rested her head on a pile of pillows.

His touch was gentle, yet aggressive as his fingers traced over faded scars that littered along her newly bare chest.

Cupping her left breast in his hand, his thumb rolls over her nipple; his eyes locked onto the brunette's face, studying her facial expressions as he lowers his face.

His lips closed around her nipple and sucked hard; his tongue flicking back and forth, teeth scraping against the sensitive tissue. The action extracting a small hiss from Y/N through her teeth.

His calloused hand massaged her unattended breast; pulling at the nipple with his fingers, making Y/N gasp in pleasure at the stimulation of pain mixed with hints of pain she was receiving. Her heart fluttering at the feeling of her thighs beginning to dampen.

She really was a masochist.

Aizawa pulled his mouth off her left breast with a wet 'pop' before faintly moving his head to give her right breast the same attention with his hand now repeating the same massaging movements to the left side.

Y/N arched her back, her hands reaching for Aizawa's hair as the pro hero trailed even further down her body; his tongue licking past her belly button, and kissed his way down her legs.

Settling between his face between her thighs, Aizawa throws Y/N's legs over his shoulders while kissing and biting at her inner thighs, eliciting breathy moans from her.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this." Aizawa mutters darkly, nipping his teeth sharply at the brunette's thigh; hard enough that would leave a bite mark for certain.

Y/N fisted the pro hero's hair between her fingers, tugging at the jet-black locks as pain evolved into pleasure.

A harsh slap lands on top of Y/N's cunt at the same time Aizawa sinks his teeth in the brunette's opposite thigh, a domineering look flickering in his eyes.

"Hands over your head."

"Huh?" Y/N's eyelashes fluttered in a daze, partly disoriented; her mind too clouded with lust she was second guessing that she must had misheard him.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes with annoyance, growling at her disobedience. His fingertips dug into the underside of her thighs roughly.

"I said, hands over your head, brat. Don't make me repeat myself again."

The excitement in Y/N's body flared at the dominance in Aizawa's voice, her hands promptly releasing the grip the brunette had on Aizawa's hair to clutch the pillow her head was laying on.

Now feeling satisfaction with her compliance, two of Aizawa's fingers rubbed in between Y/N's-soaked folds in an agonizingly slow motion. "Already this wet and I haven't even started yet. Desperate little slut."

Y/N unconsciously bucked her hips to press against his fingers, in a search for more friction; wanting to thrust down.

Aizawa's free hand shoved her lower half back onto the bed, his fingers constricting around the curve of her hip; restricting her movements.

Aizawa's fingers wasted no time in pressing harder, a moan tearing from Y/N at the burn from the stretch echoed into Aizawa's eardrums as the pro hero's fingers slid into her; working open the brunette skillfully.

Without warning, Aizawa's head dove in between Y/N's thighs. His tongue joining in his administrations as the wet muscle flicked over her clit.

Aizawa's facial hair lightly scratched Y/N's inner thighs, only adding to the stimulation as the black-haired male thrusted his tongue deep inside of her opening, causing Y/N to squeal.

Eating the brunette out like a starved man tasting the sweetest treat in the world; his nose lazily bumping against her clit resulted in mewls and soft whines being drawn out from Y/N who desperately wanted to ride the pro hero's face.

He was good with his mouth.

Aizawa was getting painfully hard as he listened to the pretty sounds he was coaxing out of Y/N; groaning into the brunette's-soaked opening sent pleasant vibrations against her already overstimulated and abused hole.

The pro hero pulled his slick coated mouth away while his fingers jabbed sharply with extreme precision. Moans are uncontrollably slipping past Y/N's lips, she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, her body felt hot and her vision turned hazy.

Aizawa's deep taunting chuckle breaks through the cloud of euphoria the brunette was on as his thumb rubbed vigorously at Y/N's puffy clit, feeling her clench tightly around his fingers.

"You're squeezing my fingers so tight. Are you going to be a good girl and let me use you?"

The pro hero didn't receive a defiant answer from the brunette as Y/N had been unable to form any sort of coherent response; the stimulation she was receiving had left her a blabbering mess.

Her thighs began to shake as she rapidly approached her first orgasm of the night; only for Aizawa to cruelly halt his actions, sliding his juice coated fingers out of the brunette's folds just as she was about to tip over the edge.

Y/N gasped at the sudden loss of Aizawa's fingers that were filling her up just oh so good.

She parted her swollen lips to let out a noise of protest, but as she did, Aizawa plunged his slick glistened fingers into the brunette's open mouth; the tang of her own arousal dancing on her taste buds.

"Do you really think you deserve to cum? After being minx all this time and purposely making me jealous tonight, I personally think that you should be punished like the naughty kitten you are."

The brunette expertly swirled her tongue around the pro hero's fingers, delivering a sultry look to the black-haired male as she sucked his fingers clean; the bulge in his dress pants becoming more prominent as he imagined what Y/N's quick-witted mouth and her 'sliver tongue' could do to his cock.

"I'll tell you what I think. I think it's very unfair that I'm the only naked one here out of the both of us." Y/N pants out the complaint, mildly annoyed that Aizawa had denied her an orgasm as her eyes narrowed at the still fully dressed pro hero who smirked calculatingly.

His hand latched onto her wrist, pulling her up from the bed is a swift fluid motion in the same instant that he too also stood from the bed before gripping her shoulder, pushing her down to the floor onto her knees.

"You're right it is unfair, how incredibly rude of me. Why don't you show me what else this smart mouth of yours can do, yeah?" Aizawa huskily stated, his index finger hooking beneath his gray tie to pull it from his neck; watching intently as Y/N's hands nimbly unbuttoned his dress pants and slipped them down his legs which was quickly followed by his boxers.

All the while Aizawa stripped himself off his black stripped vest and black dress shirt, unveiling a defined muscular torso and distinguished v-line accompanied by a happy trail.

His cock stands tall and girthy with precum leaking from the tip. Looking up at her partner through her eyelashes, Y/N grips the base of Aizawa's cock; running her thumb across the pretty mushroom head she smears the precum along the slit before slowly wrapping her mouth around him.

Moving her mouth down further and further down his cock, gagging slightly when he bucks his hips deeper into her throat. Aizawa's hand sliding behind the brunette's skull, hissing as her throat constricted to accommodate the thickness of his cock.

"Shit, I've been waiting to do this for a while now. Knew you would look pretty with something in your mouth."

Y/N bobbed her head, making the pro hero groan and run his fingers through her hair; gripping it tightly.

The brunette swirls her tongue along the base of his cock; running alongside a vein locking eyes with him as she did so, feeling the pro hero pulsate in her mouth.

Aizawa tightens his grip on Y/N's dark brown hair, making her scalp burn slightly. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes roll into the back of his head as she continued to suck him off like a lollipop.

"Using that pretty mouth so well, I'm gonna fucking cum--" His raspy voice rises an octave as he finishes down Y/N's throat who manages to swallow all of him up the best she can, a small bit of his cum drippling down the corner of her lips which Aizawa catches with a swipe of his thumb.

"That's a good girl."

Aizawa praises, staring down at her as he pulls his cock out of her mouth; watching hungrily as she licked her lips. Offering a hand out to the brunette, Aizawa helps Y/N back up to her feet.

Pulling her back onto the bed, the pro hero lays down on top of the mattress; his hands sliding on a condom before folding behind his head, Aizawa glances expectantly at Y/N with a sly grin forming on his face.

"Ride me."

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully as she straddles the pro hero, pressing her lower lips along his mushroom head she bucks her hips teasingly, her clit catching on the tip of his cock sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Hearing a warning growl from the male beneath her; Y/N raises her hips, lining herself up with his cock and slowly sinking down on him.

"Oh fuck-" Y/N moans as Aizawa bottoms out inside of her, his girth stretching her out deliciously. Placing her hands flat on the pro hero's chest, she moves her hips; bouncing up and down on his cock.

Aizawa's hands don't remain folded behind his head as they quickly shoot out in attempt to find solace on Y/N's hips but the brunette shakes her head and pins the pro hero's wrists near his head much to the shock of the older male.

Lowering her upper body to lay on top of the pro hero's chest she pressed her lips onto Aizawa's, swallowing up the grunts and moans that fell from his mouth as she grinds her hips hard into his cock.

Aizawa however, turns the table on the dominance that Y/N was attempting to assert as he pressed the soles of his feet onto the surface of the bed and thrusted his hips up roughly, making the brunette scream into the pro hero's mouth who aggressively sucked on her tongue.

The pro hero's handshakes off Y/N's now weakened hold she had on his wrist and slipped down between her legs, rubbing his thumb harshly at her clit in sync with the fast, rough thrusts of his hips. Aizawa parted his lips from Y/N's, a thin string of saliva that connected the two of them together snapping in half.

"You like being fucked like a whore, don't you?" The black-haired teacher taunted, a wicked sneer forming on his face when he felt Y/N's velvety soft walls clench down even tighter onto him.

"You like that? Being degraded while I fuck you senseless. You'd like it if I used you as my own personal fuck toy, huh?"

The both of them were fast approaching their limit, Aizawa curses as his hips sputter; pushing himself into an upright position on the bed, the pro hero wraps his muscular arms around the brunette, tucking her closely into his chest, moving his mouth close to her ear, his teeth nipping sharply at her earlobe.

He feels Y/N twitch around him, a dark chuckle erupting from the back of his throat. "That's it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl."

Y/N digs her nails into Aizawa's back at she is finally pushed over the edge, her walls clenching tightly on Aizawa's cock that was still pounding into her as she was still convulsing from her high. It didn't take long until the pro hero's hips landed one last hard thrust into Y/N's twitching hole, groaning deeply in her ear as he released his load inside the condom.

Riding out his high with a few lazy thrusts of his hips, each of which made his balls slap against the brunette overly sensitive clit, causing her to whimper into the crook of the pro hero's neck.

With his arms that remained wrapped firmly around the brunette and his cock still snug inside of her, Aizawa flips them over in a swift motion; this new position had the pro hero towering over a dazed Y/N, who was basking in the afterglow of sex and still recovering from her previous orgasm, on all fours.

Aizawa smirks down at the brunette as he slowly pulls his softening cock from the warmth of her cunt.

Removing the used condom, he ties the end of it into a knot and disposes of it in a nearby garbage bin; cooing sweetly when he takes notice of her wincing from the loss of his girthy size; her walls clamping down on nothing.

"I'm not done with you." Aizawa rasps lustfully as he slides on a new condom, teasing the brunette by sliding his cock over Y/N drenched folds before slipping back inside of her, drawing out soft moans from the brunette as her body welcomed the size of his cock once more.

Aizawa sighs blissfully as his cock slipped with extreme ease between Y/N slick folds, the pro hero fought the urge to shudder. It felt so good to be inside of her.

Humming contently, one of Aizawa's hands reached out to gather Y/N's wavy dark brown hair into a high ponytail.

Twisting his wrist, the pro hero yanks on the brunette's hair in the same instant that he draws his cock back, leaving only the tip to tease her opening before roughly filling her back up to the hilt with his cock, the mushroom head brushing against her cervix.

"Sho-Shout-a!" Y/N moans in broken syllables, her scalp burning from her roots being pulled so harshly but yet, she felt herself growing even wetter.

"Oh- right there!"

"Such a gorgeous kitten, aren't you? Feels good, huh?" The pro hero rocks his hips, picking up a solid pace; tugging Y/N's hair with every thrust.

"So good– Shouta-" Y/N mumbles, her tongue lolling out from her mouth, her mind too distracted from the pleasure as Aizawa's cock pounds away at her cunt, thrusting into her like a he was determined to fuck her stupid.

An idea strikes the black-haired male as his eyes are locked squarely onto the mesmerizing sight of his dick disappearing between the brunette's folds. His free hand rising into the air before it swings down, spanking Y/N on her ass.

A pleasurable yelp rips its way out from Y/N's throat, resulting in Aizawa's eyebrows arching up in interest. Aizawa brings his hand down on her ass again, over and over; spanking her until the skin of her ass turns red. With every spank, he is rewarded by the melodic sounds of Y/N moaning and yelping.

"You look so pretty like this, with my marks on you." Aizawa growls, thrusting even harder into her, giving her hair a forceful tug that yanks her upper body up; her back pressed flush against his chest, his arm constricts just under her bouncing breasts.

"Oh fuck, oh god, Shouta, I'm gonna–"

"Do it, come on. Give me another one."  Aizawa's mouth latches on the side of Y/N's neck while he pistons his hips.

"Yes-yes-oh-mmshit-"

Y/N cries out, coming undone on the pro hero's cock for the second time in the span of less than ten minutes, arching her back as her thighs shook beneath her. The black-haired male finds his release just minutes after the brunette, rolling his hips with a deep groan as he climaxes into the condom.

Y/N collapses onto the bed in Aizawa's arms, her mind too fuzzy from her second high she didn't even realize that Aizawa had pulled out of her, tossed the used condom in the garbage and was carrying her princess style off the bed and into the hotel bathroom to clean the both of them up.

"That was fun." Y/N mutters sleepily, nuzzling her head against Aizawa's chest. "We should do this again."

Aizawa smiled fondly at the brunette, placing a light kiss on her temple. "I'll be looking forward to it."

Chapter Text

"You're late."

A voice rumbled from within the interior of the warehouse, watching closely as a feminine figure walked through the entrance.

Y/N's mahogany gaze clashed with Dabi's strikingly icy blue eyes that were narrowed in annoyance at her blatant tardiness.

The butt of a lit cigarette laying lightly against the villain's rough bottom lip; taking a drag from the cigarette butt before exhaling the smoke.

The scent of tobacco invading the brunette's nostrils at the same moment a lazy grin grew onto her lips as she folded her hands behind her head while strolling further inside the abandoned warehouse.

The blue flame quirk wielder had texted Y/N that evening to meet him at a designated location just shortly after closely surveying from the darkness of the shadows; the chaos that had ensued from the full out brawl between Endeavor with assistance from Hawks against a super modified Nomu that the villain had unleashed specifically.

"Aww come now Dabi, I'm a very busy and desirable woman. My schedule is full; I have other obligations and whatnot than just waiting around and twiddling my thumbs for the League's beck and call like some little pet. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I? Better late than never."

Dabi removed the cigarette from his mouth, tucking it between his middle and index finger. His intense gaze pinning her in place like a vice. "Don't get fucking smart with me, doll. We have an agreement."

Y/N clicks her tongue, "That agreement is a two-way street, not to mention that it's only temporary on my end. Just because I'm compliant at the moment doesn't signify my loyalty to villains; I'm going to make this crystal clear, don't get my allegiance twisted. That goes for you and everyone else in the League, especially Shigaraki."

Faint amusement flickered in Dabi's cobalt gaze, lifting the cigarette back to his mouth with a dark chuckle.

"Oh? Is that right? Aren't you mighty bold? Must be a part of your charm that makes you so alluring."

Y/N's eyes drift from the villain taking yet another drag from his cigarette; inhaling the toxic nicotine into his lungs before discarding the remnant of the cigarette on the cold cement floor, crushing it under the heel of his boot.

The brunette scans the empty, abandoned warehouse; puzzled why Dabi was so insistent about meeting her in this specific location out of all places so late at night.

"Are you going to tell me what was so important that you had lured me all the way out here or was this all just a ploy to waste my time?"

Dabi grinned wickedly, "Just stand there and look pretty. You'll find out soon enough."

Y/N scoffs at his vague answer; cocking an eyebrow. 'Stand here and look pretty? Since when did I become eye candy?'

The brunette opened her mouth to retaliate some sort of response, but closed it when she heard the echo of footsteps approaching from behind her. Spinning around, her eyes settled on the source; her pupils growing wide for a fraction of a second in surprise once she caught immediate sight of a large red feather that had been sharpened into a sword; positioning near Dabi's neck.

If Hawks had been shocked by the appearance of the familiar brunette standing at the side of a known villain when just the other night, he was dancing up against her in a club; his facial expression yielded no such emotion.

Merely eyeing her with indifference. Cold and calculated.

Y/N knew better than to trust that stone faced expression, Hawks was curious; he wanted to know who exactly she was and why she was currently with Dabi when the last time he saw her, she was on the arm of Eraser Head? How did she know Dabi? Was she a villain herself?

"I didn't think you'd have company."

The staples on Dabi's face gleamed under the moonlight that shone through the warehouse windows as the corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a devious smirk.

"Whether or not I've brought someone with me, nevertheless who they are...is none of your business, now is it?"

Through the darkness of the warehouse, Y/N could make out the subtle clenching of the blonde's jaw. Dabi was infuriating the pro hero on purpose.

Hawks allowed his gaze to linger on the brunette; trailing her up and down, assessing who quite possibly could be considered as an enemy to him. Y/N mirrored his actions, trying to decipher why a pro hero who was highly ranked in the public eye was secretly having meetings with a member of the League.

Corrupt hero?

Falling through the cracks of the hero system didn't seem all that logical, but who was Y/N to say for sure; she wasn't even a hero to have a valid input on the matter.

His grip on the feather sword tensed slightly, flitting his eyes back onto the black-haired villain. "A lot is different from what you told me."

"Really?" Dabi's condescending, uncaring tone made the blonde's eyebrows pinch together angrily.

"Can we get along better, Dabi?"

"I thought you only had small feathers left."

"I can't meet with a liar unarmed. Let alone be ambushed by someone who I wasn't even aware would be here."

Once again, Hawks steals a glimpse at Y/N. "The plan was for tomorrow at a warehouse by the coast. For that to turn into the middle of the city, and that Nomu... That was obviously on a different level than the other ones we've seen until now. I wish you'd tell me stuff like that in advance."

"I changed my mind. Didn't I tell you in advance that it'd be a Nomu performance test? But the same goes for you. You said you'd bring a random strong guy. The number one hero isn't a good test. Think about the level here." Dabi replied casually, almost nonchalantly despite the fact that Hawks still held his feather sword drawn to his neck.

"Huge damage was dealt to the number one hero. I thought that'd make you happy. I didn't break my promise. You're the one who reneged on your promise."

"It's unreasonable to expect me to trust the number two hero suddenly." Dabi sneered, pushing the red feather sword away from his neck.

"How did no one die today? It's hard to believe those were the actions of a man who sympathized with us and asked for our cooperation."

"I can't lose the trust people have in me as a hero, either. The more I'm trusted, the better the information I'll be able to get. Can't you think about the long-term?"

Dabi eyed the hero jadedly; taking a step forward, Dabi walked straight past Hawks, heading for the exit.

"I'm doing this because I'm thinking of the League, Dabi." Hawks informed as the black-haired villain continued to slowly walk out of the building, leaving Y/N behind who was still questioning why the hell Dabi wanted her to show up at the warehouse in the first place.

The villain had to have a reason for setting up this supposed "meeting" at the exact time he knew Hawks was due to show. What was the purpose? To expose Hawks as a potential traitor to a civilian?

Or revealing her identity to Hawks as an ally of the League's, which was far from the truth. If anything, she was using the League and vice versa.

"Well, anyway, I can't let you see the boss yet. I'll be in touch, Hawks. Enjoy playing the part as a hero."

"Wha– Hey, Dabi!" The brunette shouts, snapping out of her stupor. She calls after the flame quirk user who stops in his tracks; looking over his shoulder at the woman.

"I want answers. What was your reasoning for luring me here?"

Dabi hummed lowly, appearing as if he was giving some serious thought to her question, only to shrug his shoulders shamelessly.

"Guess I forgot, better luck next time. I'll be seeing you around, doll." Dabi shot the brunette a wink; waving his hand as he dismissed himself and walked off into the night.

Y/N was utterly stunned, not only was she highly pissed that Dabi had ultimately drug her out to that warehouse for reasons he clearly had no intentions of sharing with her; but he left her so much as without a second glance with the blonde hero who was intensely staring her down.

"Wow! Would you look at the time, it's late. I actually should be heading back to U.A. dorms. This was interesting, to say the least. It was nice to see you again but I'd better get going–"

Hawks silently raised his feather sword once more, positioned straight at Y/N's face. "No, you're not. You're coming with me; we need to talk."

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"The bad part of U.A...." Eri mutters, her scarlet red eyes staring cautiously at the teenage boy standing in front of her.

Hearing what the little girl had said, Monoma began to laugh obnoxiously.

"What is this child talking about?"

"I told her you were the bad part of U.A. during the school festival." Mirio explained to the Class B student as Eri hid herself slightly behind Mirio's legs; her little hands clutching onto the material of the blonde's pants.

"I'm a man right in the middle of the path of righteousness, though!" Monoma flamboyantly defends himself; his laughter continuing on.

"Um...what's going on?" Midoriya turned to question his upperclassman; perplexed for what reason did they have to be standing just outside of the teacher's dorms.

A pair of footsteps sounded from behind the blond-haired male, indicating the arrival of who they were waiting for. Peering from behind Mirio's legs, Eri's face brightened noticeably at the sight of Y/N smiling warmly at her.

"Oh, Midoriya, Togata. Sorry to make you come out. There was something I wanted to ask Monoma to do, but unfortunately, Eri's and Monoma's personalities are too different." Aizawa announced; jerking his thumb towards the blonde teen next to him.

"That's definitely putting it mildly." Y/N sighed, feeling pretty certain that the blonde's obnoxious laugh could be heard from the other side of the school's campus.

Inside of the dorms, Monoma touches Eri's outstretched hand, using his Copy Quirk on her Rewind. An identical horn sprouted from Monoma's forehead as the two teachers along with Midoriya and Mirio waited for something to happen, for anything to happen.

"How about it, Monoma?" The brunette inquired, though she already had a hunch that this attempt would prove to be to no avail.

"Hmm...it's a blank. Unfortunately, I can't do what you hoped for."

Monoma informed the brunette of what she thought to be correct; turning his head, Monoma offered the two teachers a somewhat apologetic glance.

"I see. That's too bad." Although the news was a bit discouraging, it was what Y/N had expected.

"You wanted him to copy Eri's Quirk? Why?" Mirio pondered, glancing between the two teachers.

Midoriya stared curiously at the copy-cat quirk user. "Monoma, what do you mean by "blank"?"

"It means it's the same type as yours. Your Quirk is a stockpiling one, too, right? I copy the nature of the Quirk itself. If it's a Quirk where you accumulate something and change it into energy, I can't copy what needs to be accumulated."

"I see." Midoriya then began to visualize an example of Monoma hypothetically copying Fat Gum's Quirk. The pro hero's Quirk requires the hero to stockpile a lot of fat which wouldn't carry over to Monoma if the blonde teen was to copy it.

"I get "blanks" once in a while. The same logic goes for when I copied your Quirk but couldn't release any power."

A slightly frightened expression etched onto the green-haired teen's face, one of Y/N's eyebrows arched as she took notice but chose not to speak on it.

"So, why Copy?" Mirio restates his previous question from before.

"Even if Eri's able to activate her Quirk again, if she doesn't know how to use it, the same thing will happen again." 

Y/N reveals, referring back to the time Eri's Rewind Quirk spun wildly out of control after winning the hard-fought battle against Overhaul.

"That's why I thought it'd be easier if Monoma could copy her Quirk and teach her how to use it directly. But it's not that easy, huh?" Aizawa weighs in, adding more to the brunette's statement; resulting in Eri's hand reaching up, lightly touching the small horn on her head while casting her eyes down to the floor.

"I'm sorry...You're having trouble because of me...My power gives everyone trouble... I wish I didn't have this power."

"Eri..." Mirio whispered somberly, wishing more than anything for the girl to refrain from blaming herself.

Midoriya kneeled down in front of Eri with a soft smile on his face. "It doesn't only cause trouble. Don't forget-- You saved me! I think it's about how you use it. You know, like with knives. They're dangerous, but the sharper they are, the more delicious food they can make. That's why your power is wonderful."

A cheerful smile swiftly replaced the self-doubting expression Eri once had, her red eyes shining brightly in determination. "I'll do my best after all!"

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"What is this?" Midnight looks up from the papers she held in her hand to glance around the meeting room where the U.A. staff were seated along rectangular desks, similar papers from the hero public safety commission lying in front of them.

Informing the teachers to resume the work studies of their students.

"To suddenly restart the work studies like this..." Cementos uttered, also looking up from briefly glancing over what the Hero Commission was suggesting.

"Principal, you have a chair, don't you?" Aizawa grumbled, glancing out from the corner of his eye to Nezu, who had snuggled himself into Aizawa's capture weapon.

Sitting to his immediate right, Y/N suppressed the urge to snicker at how silly it appeared for the principal of U.A. to be tangled in the scarf of her partner.

Who for all intents and purposes seemed to be used to it as his face remained stoic.

"This is the best place to warm myself. Originally, we had decided to stop them after discussions with the agencies." Nezu lifts his gaze from his own paper he held and fixed his attention onto the teachers.

"We were going to wait and see how things went. But this time, it seems the public safety commission is requesting that all hero course students get on-the-job training."

"Requesting?" Vlad's eyebrows arched in question. "Are they ordering us to do the work studies?"

"Yeah." Nezu confirmed.

"Is this...them saying we're short-handed? Even though we're saturated with heroes?" Midnight gasped softly, her head snapping towards the principal.

" 'To learn to deal with the recent increase in villain organizations...' "

Ectoplasm recited a quote from one of the many paragraphs.  "It definitely has something to do with what happened in Deika City."

"The League must be involved. It feels like they're being vague on purpose." Snipe concluded, smacking the stacks on paper with the back of his hand.

"The commission must have sniffed out a serious crisis. If they're not making the information they've gotten public and making things sound vague like this, then they must be trying to hide what they're doing..."

Y/N chimed, her elbow propped up on the surface of the desk, her head leaning into the palm of her hand as her eyes skimmed over what she was reading.

"As Kayama said, them telling us to restart the work studies feels like a message from the commission." Nezu discloses. snuggling his body deeper inside of Aizawa's capture weapon.

"Well, it's not like they can say publicly that they want to mobilize the students. This is not normal." Aizawa states as his eyes flicker across the room.

"In any case, being in imminent danger is normal for heroes. Let's try our best to ask heroes with good track records. It'll be winter break homework. Please tell your students after this meeting."

"Understood." The teachers collectively said simultaneously as a whole.

Few Days Later

It was Christmas Eve and the students were merrily celebrating the holidays dressed in either red or green Santa costumes. Decorations covered each inch of the common living area of the student dorms as they sat around the large Christmas tree, discussing with each other about resuming their work studies and eating to their hearts content with a great feast.

The double doors leading into the student dorms suddenly open. "Sorry we're late...Have you started already?" Aizawa asks as he partly side steps between the doors.

A handful of students stared wide eyes curiously at their teacher which quickly morphs into bright smiles as Aizawa pushes the doors open further; revealing Eri dressed in a red colored Santa dress, brown fur lined gloves; topped by a matching red Santa hat as a pink blush dusted her cheeks.

"Trick-or...treat...?" Eri turns to direct her gaze onto Y/N and Aizawa, cocking her head to the side in confusion.

The brunette chuckles as she squats down to where she was now eye-level with Eri. "As adorable as that was little Bella, you got the holidays mixed up."

"Santa Eri!" A chorus of excited shouts erupts from the students who eagerly rushes over to greet her.

"S-So cute!"

"It looks good on you!"

"Demons out! Demons in!" Eri waves her arms as she exclaims, mixing up another holiday.

"No, that's not for another two months." Aizawa corrects the young girl's mistake; squatting adjacent to Y/N.

"Is Togata with you?" Kirishima questions his teachers, balling his hands up with glee.

"Togata is with his class." The black-haired pro hero clarifies before his eyes glanced back to Eri with a soft smile, his hand gesturing to the students waiting for her to join them.

"Go on, have fun."

Eri returns the smile, nodding her head.

"Okay."

Uraraka instantly gushes over Eri's appearance in a starstruck daze. "So fluffy and cute!"

Eri plucks two colorful eggs from her dress pocket, offering them to the euphoric teen. "I painted some eggs."

"That's Easter!" Uraraka replies with a smile; accepting the eggs just as Tsuyu calls out her name.

"Eri, do you want a drink?"

"Yeah."

Near the door, Midoriya watches Eri happily interacting with his classmates as his two teachers rose back up to their feet. "Her horn's gotten bigger again, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it has. She's very positive though." Y/N says all the while as a small wolfish grin formed on her face.

"She's taking what you said to heart."

Midoriya's eyes sparkled with merriment; soon excusing himself from the side of the two teachers as cheerful laughter and music filled the room.

"Y/N."

The brunette's attention shifted from watching the students laughing and enjoying themselves, to Aizawa who was staring at her with a wrapped gift in his outstretched hand.

"You got me something? Why?"

"Are you unaware of how gift giving works?"

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. "You know that's not what I mean. You didn't have to get me anything."

"You're right. I didn't have to."

Aizawa's empty hand reaches for her own and flips it over to place the gift onto her open palm. "I wanted to. Merry Christmas, Y/N."

The brunette sighs softly, leaning her head close to Aizawa's; she presses a kiss against his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Shouta."

Chapter Text

"Hawks. What happened the other day was very unfortunate."

"I thought so, too. Too many unexpected things happened back then. If you had told me in advance, I would've been able to deal with it more effectively." Hawks replies back to the blue flame villain as he effortlessly soars through the skies as he patrolled around the city.

"By the way, that woman who was with you... is she a new recruited member of the League? She took me by surprise."

"You're talking too much. You won't be able to trace this call."

"No, no. I'm not doing anything like that." Straightening his wings out behind his back, the blonde pro lands on the top of a building, turning his body to the left at the sounds of girlish screams; flashing his fans an attractive boyish smile.

"Hawks is on the phone!"

"Who's he talking to? His girlfriend? Oh, no!"

"It's a secret!" Hawks teases, pressing his finger against his lips as he flaps his wings to lift himself back into the air.

"I just want you to believe me. It's because I'm on the inside that I feel it keenly-- The job of hero should just be done away with."

Hawks took instant notice of how Dabi neither confirmed nor denied how the brunette; who he now could identify as Y/N Dazai, was tied to the League. While Y/N herself had clarified some details to him after he confronted her; the blonde pro hero remained very skeptical about her. He had done extensive research into her past which in the end put him on the edge to say the very least.

Y/N could either be a very cunning ally to him or an extremely dangerous enemy.

Somewhere dressed to conceal his image; inside a phone booth, Dabi's voice becomes hushed. Weighing out the possibilities and outcomes mentally while trying to determine the authenticity of the pro hero's words.

"Next is your last chance. I'll have you show your loyalty to not only the League of Villains but also to the anti-establishment cause. Make it someone other than the number one hero this time."

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"I'm taking Eri."

The way Aizawa's head snapped right up from reviewing the latest homeroom assignments, before the students had set back off for their respective work studies as he stood behind the podium was astonishing.

It's a wonder to Y/N how the pro hero didn't suffer from whiplash.

"I'm sorry, surely I must have misheard you. You're what?" Aizawa emphasized, gawking at his brown-haired partner like she mysteriously had just grown an extra head right before his very own eyes.

"You heard me correctly. I said, I'm taking Eri." Y/N echoes her previous declaration so casually as if she was discussing the weather with Aizawa.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, and where pray tell do you think you're going?" Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, scrunching his eyes closed.

"To Yokohama, where else? The students are going to be busy with their work studies, while I'm not sure what you'll be doing during that time; however, this is a perfect opportunity for Eri to get some fresh air and I plan to utilize it."

"Mind telling me who in the world gave you the authority for that brilliant idea of yours, Y/N?" Aizawa turned towards her with his arms crossed over his chest, his full attention squarely locked onto the brunette.

"Aren't you adorable? Who said I even need the authority to have an outing? But since I knew you would try your hardest to put up a fight against me, I already gotten approval from Nezu. He thought it was a great idea. Blurting it out was just my way of informing you, quick and simple."

Y/N snickers in a mischievous manner as she cocked her head to the side, waiting expectantly for her partner to object to her plan in any sort of way with a smug grin etching onto her lips.

She was going to do whatever she wanted to do anyways, but it was entertaining to watch her partner's reactions unfold.

Aizawa was visibly hesitant about the whole ordeal. While he did agree that some fresh air would do Eri some good, he envisioned that happening on school grounds while attempting to train her how to use her Quirk correctly.

Y/N sensed the inner turmoil brewing inside the head of the black-haired pro hero. Changing tactic to ensure she got her way, she reaches for Aizawa's hand; intertwining it with hers, she lightly gives his hand a squeeze.

"You trust me, don't you?"

"Don't ask me moronic questions you already know the answers to. Of course, I trust you."

Y/N flashes the pro hero a goofy lopsided smile that made his heart thump loudly in his chest before the brunette allowed his hand to fall back to his side.

"Good. Don't worry so much, I won't let any harm come to Eri. Cross my heart and hope to die!"

Aizawa deadpans with his mouth agape. "Is that supposed to reassure me?"

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"Where are we going, Y/N?"

The brunette glances down at the little girl holding her hand; sticking to her side like glue. Eri's ruby red eyes stared at her with curiosity as the pair strolled down a busy sidewalk in the city of Yokohama.

"To see some friends of mine."

Eri tensed slightly at the mention of meeting people she was unfamiliar with, her fingers curled tighter around Y/N's. She was warming up to the students of Class 1-A, though she remained just a little reserved.

"They'll love you, little Bella. You'll win them over in no time, I promise there's nothing to fear." Y/N cooed endearingly, her thumb rubbing comforting circles onto Eri's wrist to help ease the girl's shyness in some fashion.

"Will Chuuya be there?" Eri meekly asked, causing Y/N to raise an eyebrow at the sudden interest of a certain ginger.

"I can't imagine why he would be. He doesn't work for the same organization, like the friends I mentioned, do. "

"Oh..." Disappointment slipped through Eri's tone of voice. She was hoping to at least see another familiar face.

She hadn't seen the gravity manipulator since she was still being treated for observation at the hospital. From the moment that Chuuya had given her the jumbo stuffed pink unicorn, she always kept it close to her; sleeping with it every night helped prevent her from having nightmares.

The stuffed unicorn in some way reminded Eri of Chuuya. She missed him.

Y/N watched Eri's face fall, her eyes darting to the ground in sadness. The brunette absolutely despised that expression on her.

"Although..." Y/N chirped lightheartedly as she continued to lead Eri in the direction of the Detective Agency.

"I suppose we can call him up and have him meet us there to cure himself of boredom. I highly doubt he is doing anything majorly important anyways."

The brunette chuckled as her free hand dug into her coat pocket to pull out her phone. Scrolling her thumb through her list of contacts until her eyes laid to rest on the name she had assigned to her former partner.

Pressing down on the green call button, Y/N brought the phone to her ear all the while never breaking her stride down the sidewalk with Eri clutching onto her like a koala bear.

After a total number of four rings, the receiving line was picked up. "What is it this time, Y/N?"

"My, the Chibi was late in answering the phone! Could your short legs not carry you fast enough? Life must be so hard for you."

Y/N heard the rustling noise of paperwork being shuffled around, followed by the sound of the redhead taking a seat at his desk on the other side of the call.

"I was talking to Ane-san about something outside my office if you must know." Chuuya answered, the brunette's playful, teasing words taking a moment to fully register in his brain.

"And who the fuck do you think you're calling short, huh? Do I need to give you another reminder?"

A smirk played onto the corner of Y/N's mouth as she suppressed the urge to shudder at the innuendo.

"Some other time perhaps, but not now. There's somebody who wants to see you."

Chuuya released a frustrated sigh. "Can this wait? I'm fairly busy with work right now unlike some people I know."

The snarky jibe bounced right off of the nonchalant brunette. "Really? Too busy for even little Eri? Who I just so happen to have with me today in Yokohama. She's really looking forward to seeing you again, Chuuya. You wouldn't want to break her heart and hurt her feelings, now would you?"

Y/N crooned, her smirk increasing tenfold as she knew Chuuya would fall for the trap she had laid out oh so innocently.

"The kid is with you? By yourself? What hair-brain at that school of yours allowed that? How is she holding up?"

The brunette hummed, the Detective Agency building now coming into sight.

"Why don't you come see her for yourself at the Agency. She asked for you."

Y/N could practically hear Chuuya's reluctancy chipping away little by little over the phone.

Always the sucker for little kids.

"Fuck, fine. I'll be there shortly."

Chuuya's response reverberated through the brunette's ear, shadow by a soft click on the other end of the line; indicating that the call had ended.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Sliding the device back into her pocket just as she and Eri had walked inside the building, towards the elevator, Y/N grinned victoriously.

"Done and done, Chibi is on his way. When he gets here be sure to show him that pretty little smile of yours, okay? He'll be thrilled to see it."

Eri's eyes lit up with afresh joy; nodding her head understandably as the pair stepped onto the elevator with the brunette pushing the button that would bring them up to the fourth floor.

"Okay!"

"Good girl."

Seconds later, the elevator comes to a stop to the designated floor, a soft ding sounding off as the doors to the elevator slide open.

Eri follows Y/N off the elevator and down a small hallway, coming to a stop at a door that had a sign with the words Armed Detective Agency plastered on it in big, black, bold lettering.

The little girl's shyness got the best of her as she made an attempt to hide herself behind Y/N's legs.

Y/N affectionately ruffles Eri's light blue hair for solace before opening the door and walking through the threshold.

"Good day, everybody!" The brunette cheerfully exclaims, leisurely sauntering deeper into the office.

Atsushi was the first to take a glimpse over at the brunette to greet her as only he and Ranpo were the only occupants in the office at the moment; with the latter seemingly asleep. Just for Atsushi to do a double take when he noticed the small blue-haired little girl clinging to Y/N, peeking at the were-tiger from behind the brunette's legs.

"Um...Dazai-san, did you steal someone's daughter?"

Y/N stood in the middle of the office; a bit dumbfounded. "What? No! How is that your first response?"

Atsushi's eyes widened as he waved his hands in front of him staggering to his feet while rising from his desk and slowly began to approach the pair; stuttering as he spoke. "I- I mean, it's just... I d-didn't know that you had a child of your own."

Atsushi bends his upper body at an angle with his hands on his knees; a small distance away from Eri, trying to get a better glimpse of the little girl as she continued to conceal herself as much as she could behind the brunette's legs.

"I am amazed at how long you've managed to keep your daughter a secret for so long." The were-tiger offers the shy blue-haired girl a gentle smile.

"Who's her father? She doesn't seem to have any of your features or resemble you in any sort of way."

Atsushi commented, titling his head curiously as he observed Eri's ruby red eyes staring back at him, the most striking feature he took notice of being the small horn on the little girl's forehead.

"What the hell?" Y/N heard from behind her; maneuvering her body the brunette cranes her neck to meet the sight of Kunikida and Yosano standing within the opened doorway that Y/N had kicked closed behind her and Eri.

Y/N gasped out loudly in dramatics; using her hands to cover Eri's ears.

"Language, Kunikida! There's a child present."

The blonde-haired male rolled his eyes in annoyance smacking the brunette on the backside of her head resulting in the woman to whine before softening his gaze as his attention drifted to Eri.

"Thanks, I don't know how I ever would have come to that conclusion on my own if you hadn't told me. I can see the girl, I'm not fu-- freaking blind. Did you kidnap her? If I turn on the news right now, am I going to see your face all over it?"

Y/N groans unamused, "Why must you assume the worst right away? I didn't kidnap her! She's with me willingly."

"So why is she with you, Y/N?" Yosano asked, placing her hands on her hips as she stood off to the side of Kunikida. "There must be a reason. Is she yours?"

"She isn't." A sleep-ridden voice interjected from the back of the office; everybody's eyes flickered to the awakened Ranpo who was stretching his limbs over his head with a yawn.

"They're not related to each other at all."

"Huh?" Atsushi seemed confused, if the little girl wasn't Y/N's daughter; then who exactly is she?

"Remember that meeting we had about the Shie Hassaikai?" Y/N's eyes flitted from each of her coworkers, her hand instinctively wrapping around Eri's as she felt the little girl growing rigid against her body at the mere mention of the yakuza group.

"Certain disturbing information had been brought to light by the pro heroes that was centered directly around Eri. A raid was set in motion with the sole purpose of rescuing her. Which we were successful in, despite many receiving injuries, including myself. In the end, she was placed in the care of U.A."

"I recall hearing about the success of the raid and seeing on the news that the head of the Hassaikai was attacked while he was being transported in the aftermath. Chisaki Kai, right?" Ranpo questioned, searching the inside of one of the drawers from his desk; pulling out several snacks before rising up out of his chair.

Treats in hand with the intention of sharing his treasured goods with Eri as he slowly approached the girl, a soft smile growing on his face as Eri's eyes shone brightly at the sight of the snacks that Ranpo was offering her.

Eri shyly muttered a "thank you" taking a step out from behind Y/N's legs; fully revealing herself to the member of the Armed Detective Agency who swooned over her as Eri reached hand out to pluck a blue raspberry flavored lollipop from the various options Ranpo took from his desk.

"If you want to keep seeing the light of day, I advise that you never speak that bastard's name around her again."

A voice from behind the Agency members growled in warning, causing them all to turn in order to identify the voice. A voice that caused Y/N to grin in recognition.

"What are you doing here?" Kunkida narrowed his eyes skeptically as Chuuya wandered into the office like he owned the place.

"Relax, don't get so heated. Y/N called me. I'm only here for Eri, that's all." The redhead replied, kissing the skin of his teeth as he brushed past the blonde.

"Awh, I thought we were much closer than that, Chuuya.~" Y/N teased, chuckling lightly once Chuuya shot the brunette a quick glare that shifted into a warm expression of fondness as his eyes focused on Eri.

Gingerly placing his gloved hand on the crown of her head, Chuuya ruffles her light blue hair.

What he didn't expect was for Eri to lean into his touch.

"Hey there, Princess. How have you been since the last time we saw each other? Is Y/N treating you well?"

Eri nods her head, flashing Chuuya a dazzling, cheeky smile. "She has, she's really nice to me. I'm living with her in the dorms and have been making friends with all her students."

"Is that so? That's great news. I'm happy to hear things have been going smoothly for you, Eri. I hope you won't eventually forget about me while you're having all this fun at school and making friends."

Chuuya was being playful with Eri, though the little girl must have assumed he was being literal as she threw her body into his arms; nearly forcing the air out his lungs momentarily in shock.

"You're wrong, I'd never do that. You gave me my very first plushie, I sleep with it every night. That's something I'd never forget. I am enjoying life at school and meeting all sorts of friendly people who make me feel welcomed there but you and Y/N are two of my favorites." Chuuya's blue eyes widened at the girl's startling admission.

Him, a cold-blooded killer who had close to zero remorse for anyone that stood in his way or was deemed as a threat, was just declared to be someone of great importance to a little girl who he encountered by chance.

To say that Eri's confession didn't inflate his ego would be an understatement and a lie.

A excited squeal slipped past Y/N's lips as the brunette gazed at Eri with her hands pressed together; her brown eyes sparkling brightly.

Speaking of inflated egos...

"Eri! Little Bella, you mean it? I'm one of your favorites?! Ah, my heart feels like it is going to explode with happiness! Who's on top though, me or Chibi?"

Atsushi sweat dropped; his left eye twitching slightly. "Does that really matter, Dazai-san?"

"Of course it does! Chuuya is obviously a bottom—Mmph!"

Kunikida quickly placed his over the brunette's mouth before she gotten the chance to finish her sentence; the blonde's fingernails digging into the underside of Y/N's chin to contain the urge to scold her with a copious  number of profanities for the usage of inappropriate language in the presence of Eri, who stared quizzically at the blonde-haired male.

Yosano's non-so discreet giggling, which she attempted to convey behind a cough, failed to unnerve the growing awkwardness of the situation.

"What's a bottom?"

With that, Yosano's giggle that she attempted to keep under wraps morphed into full blown laughter.

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"You cheater!" Chuuya's banshee-like shriek revibrates throughout area of the room, briefly becoming under scrutiny of fellow patrons of the very same arcade that he and Y/N had visited in their younger years.

The colorful pixels displayed within the video game screen had cast light upon the redhead's face; which emphasized a subtle softness onto Chuuya's strongly pronounced facial features.

The bristling ginger jabbed his index finger repeatedly at Y/N's face in an exaggerating fashion as his bright blue eyes shot fierce daggers at the dopily grinning brunette sitting on the opposite side of the arcade booth.

"Don't put the blame on me. It's not my fault that after all these years, you still suck at this video game. How is that even so? You're the top marital artist in the Port Mafia, and yet you can't succeed in something so simple as winning at a video game that's none too complicated. Don't you have any shame? It appears that maybe virtual fighting, for some reason, flies right over your head."

Y/N snickers condescendingly as a brazen grin formed on her lips, "I mean theoretically speaking, given with your height; everything flies over your head, doesn't it? Why is Chibi so small?"

"Why is your brain the size of a walnut?"

Chuuya countered, unintentionally slamming his hands with great force down onto the center console of the video game; creating hand-shaped dents embedded into the machine.

"Quit the bullshit. You're being undermining once again to prevent me from winning against you with whatever ridiculous schemes you have up your sleeve. I'm not fucking stupid."

Y/N chortled lightheartedly at the irate redhead; resting her cheek into the heel of her palm as her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Undermining? Me? I would never stoop that low for something as minuscule or pointless as beating you at virtual fighting. This is just my forte. If you can't beat me at something so simple as a video game, that's all on you, my dear puppy."

The brunette glanced from her peripheral vision to the small blue-haired child sitting on the arcade stool adjacent to her, Eri's ruby red eyes watching wondrously at the loading screen as characters took turns trading hits against each other; happily munching on the candied apple Y/N had purchased for her.

"Neh, little Bella, you don't think I'm that petty, do you?"

Eri cocked her head to the right; fluttering her eyelashes attempting to grasp some understanding as to what it was that the brunette-haired woman was asking her.

"Umm...no...?"

Eri didn't exactly have the clearest concept of what the word petty actually meant. For a split second, Eri feared she might have said the wrong thing, but the frivolous smile that instantly blossomed on the brunette's face reassured Eri that Y/N was thrilled with her answer. No matter how unsure she sounded or how reluctant she was to answer.

"Ha, that's my girl! Two against one! Suck it, shrimp."

Y/N raved, cheerfully throwing her arms around Eri's body; effectively uprooting the little blue-haired girl out of the arcade stool she was currently sitting on, and nestled Eri's little body comfortably onto the brunette's lap.

Y/N hummed contently, all the while tauntingly flashing the hot-head ginger an overly smug smirk behind Eri's back; sticking her tongue out childishly, "Tch. Don't monopolize an innocent little girl as leverage over me, damn it."

"Chuuya should really watch that potty mouth of his. ~ " Y/N drawled in a matter-of-fact tone; propping her chin on top of Eri's head.

"After all, we don't want Eri to pick up any nasty habits from the Micro Slug."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N—" Chuuya fixed the brunette with a fierce glare.

"You, out of all people, are solicitous about any bad habits that I might have? You're kidding me, right? That's really fucking hilarious actually, when you're ten times more of a bad influence than I am. Should be more unsettled about her gleaning on your bad habits."

Y/N shrugged her shoulders lackadaisically; twirling the loose strands of Eri's light blue locks in between her fingers.

"I'm not worried, tribal things like that are nonexistent as far as Eri is concerned. I intend to keep it that way. Like you said – she's an innocent little girl."

Growing increasingly disinterested with her short-lived infatuation of watching the characters brawling on the video game screen, Eri shifted in place on the brunette's lap; instantly causing Y/N to redirect her attention from the redhead onto Eri who raised the stick of the half-eaten candied apple to the corner of Y/N's mouth, craning her neck to make eye contact with the woman.

"Do you want the rest?"

The brunette, who had lifted her chin from the crown of Eri's head, graciously grabbed the end of the stick out from Eri's hand, licking the red sugary coating that covered the skin of the green apple. "Mmm tasty ~ Thank you, little Bella. You just be sweeter than any candied apple ever!"

Y/N crooned as she affectionately nuzzled her face against the young girl's cheek; eliciting small melodic giggles from Eri before pulling her head back to take a bite out of the candied fruit.

Little crumbs of the sugary coating broke off from the apple; sticking to the brunette's bottom lip that was soon swiped off by Chuuya who had absentmindedly walked around the arcade booth from the seat he once occupied.

His long fingers curled under the sharpness of the brunette's jaw, jerking her face upward slightly and stared in a trance-like-state at the red coating that previously dusted the brunette's bottom lip; now sticking to the pad of his thumb.

With his sapphire blue eyes locked onto Y/N's faintly startled gaze; the ginger sucks the sugar-coating crumbs off his thumb before proceeding to wet his lips, "How are you such a sloppy eater at your grown age? Always having me clean up after your mess. You're right about one thing though, it was tasty. But needless to say, I can think of something even tastier."

"What?"

Chuuya's undivided focus drifts from the brunette's gaze; closely studying the interest brewing within her, to glance down at the Eri who blinked curiously at the red-haired male.

"Crepes. They have all kinds of fillings; my favorite are the ones that are filled with fruit and... cream. Those are exceptionally good. Once we leave here, I'll get you one, you'll see what I mean."

That sly dog.

Y/N chortles under her breath; shaking her head in slight amusement, 'And he had the nerve to say that I was being undermining.'

"What a lovely family."  A soft-spoken feminine voice rings through the ears of the two ex-partners, coaxing their gazes to a russet-haired woman; appearing to be somewhere in her mid-thirties with a young child around Eri's age at her side, offering a sociable smile in response at Chuuya and Y/N.

"My sincerest apologies, I really don't mean to intrude. My son and I were making a way for the exit, and I couldn't help but glance over and take notice at how charming the three of you interact with each other."

The woman chimes convivially; her bright eyes flickered from Y/N to Eri who unconsciously sunk more into Y/N's embrace, before her gaze settled onto Chuuya.

"It's probably not my place to say this, but your wife and daughter are absolutely adorable. Cute little family you have here."

The redhead's eyes enlarged at the woman's harmless compliment; even though what the kindhearted compliment was directed towards, was a falsehood.

Did the Y/N and him really portray as a family with Eri as their child; who shared absolutely zero resemblance to either one of them?

He wasn't entirely sure whose features and genes were stronger between the brunette and himself, but he was fairly certain that if Y/N was to have his child by some freak accident; the baby would be a mix of themselves. Eri wasn't any of that.

"Oh... uh thanks, but I think that—"

"That you have just said the kindest thing to us that we've heard all day; isn't that right, honey? ~" Y/N interjects before Chuuya could jump to at the chance to rightfully correct the woman of her mistake. Y/N hastily seized at the unexpected although welcomed opening to tease the redhead back; just like he had done to her earlier.

It was only fair.

The brunette giggled to herself at the recognition that a very high likelihood to excite amusing reactions from her ex-partner had just practically had fallen at her feet.

She was a clever optimist.

"He's got great paternal instincts; super caring and attentive to our precious little girl. The best Daddy I could ever ask for."

Chuuya instantaneously doubled over, his body heaved as the action from choking on his salvia in unforeseen surprise led him into a raging coughing fit; not like that would stop the brunette from orchestrating even more lies that appeared believable from normal, day-to-day civilians or save Chuuya from the impending migraine he could already feel forming.

Fuck Y/N.

Why is she like this?

"Watching him act like world's greatest father to our one and only daughter makes me believe that we should discuss expanding our family with an additional one or two."

Chuuya's coughing fits had gradually eased into harsh wheezing leading up to this point, frustrated tremors racked through the redhead's body as he groaned croakily.

Chuuya was fairly certain that his face was beet red as his eyes attempted to burn holes into the brunette's skull.

'Shitty Mackerel has finally fucking lost it. She's officially gone insane!'

Y/N could feel the scorching intensity emitting from the death stare she was receiving, curtsy of her former partner who was still striving to regain his composure.

She teased a lot of people solely because she loved to observe how they would react; however, messing with Chuuya was something that would never get old.

Seeing just how easy it was to fluster the normally level-headed executive got after a few select comments from her only provoked the brunette to take her teasing even further when she was around her former partner. She enjoyed getting underneath Chuuya's skin.

"Awwh, how incredibly sweet. You have yourself a keeper. What's the little one's name, if you don't mind me asking?" The woman ponders questionably, her eyes softening quite a bit as the light blue-haired girl shied her face away into the brunette's clothing.

"She's a bashful one, isn't she?"

Y/N's arms circled protectively around the girl placed on her lap, chuckling lightly.

"This is Eri, and her shyness is unquestionable. My beloved husband and I are actually her adopted parents. She had a pretty rough childhood up until about a month ago. We're currently in the process of working with her through portions of her trauma. It's merely understandable why she's skittish if you knew the facts of her early childhood days."

"I'm not going to pry any further however, by the sound of it, I got the gist; she appears to be in much better hands. Her name is unique beyond any doubt. Eri means blessing, right?" The woman smiled wholeheartedly as Y/N nodded her head curtly.

"Such a pretty name for a little girl who is equally pretty, definitely suits her that's for sure." The woman cooed sweetly before her eyes flitted onto her son, his stomach rumbling hungrily, anticipating the inevitable end of the sudden conversation that his mother had struck up.

"I've taken up enough of your time, we'll be taking out leave now, I hope the three of you enjoy the rest of your day."

The affable woman grinned as she gaily waved farewell at what she assumed was a picture-perfect family or three. With her hand firmly intwined with her son's, they strolled away from the video games booths, towards the exit of the arcade room; the little boy jumping with excitement at something that his mother had said as the pair disappeared out the door and around the corner.

"Y/N, mind telling me what the fuck that was?" The brunette coolly fixed her gaze upon Chuuya agitatedly clenching his jaw; his voice rumbling into a deep snarl once both the mother and her son were out of earshot.

"I do believe that was what most people would normally call a conversation."

"Okay smartass, you know damn well that's not what I meant." Chuuya sneered through gritted teeth.

"Ohh!" Y/N snapped her fingers as if she had just come to some kind of wild realization.

"That's right! You're referring to what I said about having an additional kid or two. Obviously, I was joking, I wouldn't want the alarmingly blatant lack of height from your genetics, or your extremely questionable fashion sense to possibly taint my future children."

The brunette ridiculed while grinning wolfishly at her ex-partner; deliberately putting on a false display of ignorance.

Y/N sniggered internally as she watched Chuuya's face contort into a menacing scowl while his foot tapped against the floor impatiently at the same moment the light in his eyes dimmed; leaving behind in the wake, a cold stare that perfectly mimicked his counterpart's.

A stare that had turned numerous fearless men into puny, spineless cowards.

Yet, it did not faze the brunette in the slightest much to the gravity manipulator's dismay.

Chuuya's blood boiled like an uncontrollable wildfire raging furiously with suppressed anger as Y/N carried on with her ruse; purposefully avoiding the real topic of the redhead's irritation. She knew precisely what she was doing.

"Do you wanna fucking fight?!"

"Oooh, scary. ~ "

Chuuya had gotten so absorbed by his steadily declining patience from dealing with the brunette's exhausting personality, that he had nearly overlooked the little girl that was still seated on Y/N's lap, if it wasn't for Eri who had reached up towards the redhead; placing her hands on both his cheeks she was able to pull his face down slightly to make Chuuya eye level with herself, ultimately snapping the hot-tempered gravity manipulator back to his senses.

"No. No fighting. I don't want to see either one of you getting hurt."

Chuuya's scornful scowl slipped into a softer expression with his lips pressed firmly together while a small grunt silently voiced his disdain; his accumulating frustration that was intended for the brunette became quickly subdued under the tranquility of Eri's gaze.

The redhead lets out a lengthy exasperated sigh through his nose; indicating his reluctancy as his resolve slowly but surely caves in, despite how desperately he wanted to wrap his hands around the infuriating brunette's neck and just squeeze.

"Fine." Chuuya grumbled spitefully, his anger leisurely frizzling out.

"Can we get crepes now? Like the one you mentioned before?" Eri questions with her warm little hands still glued onto the sides of Chuuya's face.

The red-haired executive chuckles underneath his breath; this kid has him wrapped tightly around her finger; he couldn't deny it. "Of course we can."

A joyful smile played on Eri's lips briefly before it morphed into a slightly troubled expression, making Chuuya pinch his eyebrows together in confusion at the split-second whiplash of conflicting emotions.

"What's the matter, Princess?"

"I...I don't want to say. It might make you mad or cause you to not like me anymore."

Chuuya's mouth fell into a small frown, nothing in the world would make him resent Eri. "Nah ah, none of that. You can tell me anything. What's on your mind? I can tell it's bothering you."

Eri nervously removes her hands from Chuuya's face; the redhead worriedly stares at the young girl as her ruby red eyes tentatively flickered downward.

"It's...what Y/N said while she was talking to that woman...when she called me your adopted daughter, it made me happy. My real Mama screamed at me, calling me a curse and gave me away after my power was used on my Papa...I really like you and Y/N so... I-If I really wanted to, could I... call you Papa, and call her Mama?"

Chuuya's breath hitched in his throat as he mulled over Eri's request. In theory, Chuuya wasn't fit or prepared to be a father to a child nor much less, be considered as a father figure; at least not yet or any time soon for that matter. He's a super busy man with a dangerous job, he's not cut out for it.

However, he as well as everyone else who had participated in the Shie Hassaikai raid had been well informed of what caused Eri to be placed in the hands of Overhaul to start off with. The young girl deserved to revert back to some semblance of normalcy.

If referring to himself and Y/N as the little girl's parents is what made Eri happy, then he would allow it. There was no harm in it anyways.

The corners of Chuuya's lips lifted into a soft grin; affectionately placing a feather-light kiss to the girl's temple, "You can call us whatever you want. Don't ever be afraid to talk to us, we could never hate you."

The redhead lifted his eyebrow pointedly at the brunette who adorned an identical dopey smile. "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

"Bella, even if you didn't ever ask us for permission, I would have thought of you as my daughter regardless. I'm honored that you view me in that sort of way though."

Eri maneuvered her body around to get a better glimpse of the brunette who was smiling down at her, "You mean it?"

Y/N peppered both of Eri's cheeks in a series of quick kisses. "Of course I do. I'm being completely genuine, Belladonna."

Chuuya clears his throat as he extended his hand out for Eri to take, "Let's go get those crepes that I promised you."

Eri's eyes sparkled in pure happiness as she slid off Y/N's lap to interlock her hand with Chuuya's. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Yeah." Y/N smirked while she rose to her feet, slyly sneaking one of her hands out of Eri's view down Chuuya's backside; slapping the redhead on his ass.

"Thank you, Daddy. ~ "

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"Enlighten me Y/N, what the is reason for why we're here?"

The brunette huffed in slight amusement, cocking her head to the side as her gaze shifted from the entrance of the building she was previously staring at with infatuation and settled onto the gravity manipulator who had a perplexed look in his eyes as Eri held a firm grip on his gloved fingers.

Y/N chuckled, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Why do you think? Don't tell me you're suddenly illiterate."

"Literally shut the fuck up. I want an answer."

"I cannot shut up and speak at the same time as that would be physically impossible. Silly doggy you can't have both, you have to choose one or the other." The brunette said in that annoying sing-song tone of hers as the brunette's hand extended out to pull open the door of the building; Y/N briskly strolled into the interior of the parlor with the dark window-tinted door swiftly closing right behind her.

Chuuya's eyes slid closed as the redhead pinched the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and forefinger, although to all outside appearances the red-haired male seemed to be annoyed; a small smile stretched onto his lips subtly. 

This woman.

Striking sapphire blue eyes fluttered back open, slowly trailing over the name of the parlor his counterpart had walked into.

Dragonhead Tattoo & Body Piercing Studio.

It doesn't surprise the redhead that Y/N would impulsively find interest in anything that involved a needle of some sort.

"Papa." A tugging notion on Chuuya's fingers immediately caused the redhead to direct his eyes down onto Eri who looked completely puzzled as to why the brunette had left the two of them behind while she disappeared inside the parlor. "What is Mama doing in there? Is she going to come back out?"

The redhead lightly brushed his thumb against Eri's, a soft sigh slipping past his lips just as a chilly breeze whipped through the air. "It's probably a better idea if we follow her in, Princess. I'd hate to see you coming down with a cold which will happen if we stay outdoors any longer."

Chuuya escorted the light blue haired little girl past the door of the studio, the sound of alternative rock played lightly through the speakers that had been displayed all throughout the studio echoed into their ears.

The redhead allowed his eyes to slowly sweep across the establishment that had caught the interest of his ex-partner.

The studio walls were painted a dark smoky gray color that had been decorated with various posters of impressive works of art from the tattoo artists' past clients, falling alongside decorative neon signs hanging in multiple locations in the decent-sized studio lobby. The color scheme seemed to follow throughout the rest oof the studio down a hallway that split into three separate piercing rooms, while on the further side of the studio were the individual rooms for tattooing.

A large off-white sectional couch had been positioned around a small glass coffee table which was accompanied by two matching lounge chairs in the far-right corner of the entrance door.

Straight ahead stood Y/N with her back facing the approaching Chuuya and Eri; her bandaged hands pressing on the top of the glass while her eyes were turned downward at the display cases that showcased numerous stainless steel body jewelry.

Blind to the fact that the fairly attractive man on the opposite side of the display case had been giving the brunette a lengthy and very evident once over; obviously liking what he saw if the lopsided grin was anything to go by.

He definitely gave off the appearance of someone who excelled in the work of tattooing and body piercing. The man had messy chestnut brown hair that traveled down his nape which he had pulled into a small pony-tail with a few bangs framing his face. Under the lights of the studio, Chuuya caught a glimpse of four piercings down both his ears, and a distinctive eyebrow piercing that made the deep green color of his eyes pop; along with dark-inked tattoo snaking up on the side of the male's neck in a unique design.

"Bella, come here." Eri perked up at the sound of Y/N beckoning her closer; Eri's grasp she had maintained on Chuuya's fingers fell as she took cautious steps, glancing back over her shoulder to ensure that burnt sienna-haired male's presence was still behind her.

Y/N tucked strands of Eri's light blue hair behind the little girl's ear, smiling affectionately. "Would you like to get your ears pierced?"

Chuuya furrowed his eyebrows together, ready to open his mouth in objection but was abruptly interrupted when Eri's eyes flickered from Y/N to clash with Chuuya's icy gaze before flitting back to the brunette, clearly hesitant. "But...wouldn't that hurt?"

"Not to worry, the earlobe piercing is the least painful ear piercing ever. I promise you won't feel anything less than a slight pinch." The brown-haired man behind the display case flashed Eri a friendly smile, drawing an 'X' over his heart using his forefinger.

"Scouts honor."

Y/N tilted her head to the side. "You were a Boys Scout?"

"Nope!" The man chuckled, scratching at the back of his head, missing the way Chuuya rolled his eyes. "But I wouldn't lie, I promise. Take it from someone who has eight ear piercings, the earlobe is the easiest."

Y/N combed his finger through Eri's soft light blue hair, "That's only if you want to, little Bella. I'm not going to force you into something if you don't want to or do something you're not comfortable with."

Eri's eyes briefly downcast to the floor in thought before the little girl clenched her hands into tight fists; her bright scarlet eyes flitted back to the brunette, glimmering with the utmost confidence Y/N had ever seen from her. "I want to."

"Love to hear it! We have multiple pretty stud earrings options on the second row, pick out which ones you like the most." The brown-haired male said, his eyes darting to Y/N's face as he leant forward slightly, bracing himself on the glass countertop with one hand while gesturing to the various other body jewelry Y/N had been looking at.

"And you... have you picked your poison yet?"

"I have, two of them as a matter of fact. I want a midline and a conch piercing."

The male's friendly smile melted into a look of minor surprise, "Midline and conch in the same day, huh? Aren't you a glutton for punishment? Have you had previous ear piercings before?"

Y/N snickers as a response, pushing her dark brown wavy hair behind her ears she revealed a fully healed helix, daith, and triple lobe piercings on her left ear and a triple lobe piercing on her right ear; all of which she had gotten done over the years after she left the Port Mafia.

Chuuya's eyes faintly enlarged at the sight of Y/N's decorated left ear, he had known that the brunette had the standard lobe ear piercing on both her ears since they were fifteen, but what he was seeing now was all new to him.

He found all the brunette's piercings immensely attractive.

The browned-haired man whistled lowly, "They've all healed remarkably well, they look really good on you."

"I wouldn't have gotten them if they didn't."

The man chortled, playfully winking at the woman. "Cheeky and confident. I like it."

Chuuya cleared his throat, agitatedly tapping the sole of his boot against the hard surface of the studio's floor with his arms crossing over his chest.

"What's your name?"

"Depends on who's asking," The man replied as his pierced eyebrow raised.

Chuuya looked pointedly at the brown-haired male, feeling his patience with the man deteriorating razor thin. "I am."

"Kazuki Himura."

"Well, Kazuki..." Chuuya spat the male's name out venomously, as if it were acid on his tongue. "The woman you're flirting with is my partner so if you don't want your perfect teeth knocked out of your mouth, it would be wise of you to back off and do your job of giving the girls what they want."

Kazuki's eyes grew wide, reluctantly glancing back and forth between the stunned brunette and the irritated redhead who had his eyes narrowed into a cold glare.

"Your partner...? As in she's your–"

"My Mama." Eri blurts, the blood instantaneously rushed from Kazuki's face, giving him a pale complexion.

"And he is my Papa." Eri added, glancing at the gravity manipulator who flashed her an adoring smile.

"Oh, I'm..." Kazuki swallowed the dry lump forming in the middle of his throat, "I'm no homewrecker."

"Good." Chuuya sneered through gritted teeth unable to keep the threat from seeping into his tone, "Shut the fuck up from now on unless you absolutely have to speak. The less I have to hear your voice, the better."

Y/N looked slightly taken aback by his little outburst. The brunette blinked slowly, lips slightly parted and her infuriatingly perfect eyebrows raised slightly. She exhales a small huff of merriment through her nose, her lips slowly morphed from a small smile into a toothy grin as her eyes twinkled with an emotion Chuuya couldn't place.

Amazed by how Chuuya's demeanor quickly shifted from smiling so sweetly at Eri to shooting icy death glares within the blink of an eye.

"R-Right, so uh, did you see anything you liked?" Kazuki stuttered as he looked at Eri, suddenly feeling very intimidated under the redhead's intense glare.

Eri nodded her head once, pointing at the set that consisted of four-stoned blue diamond studs that took the shape of a flower. "These ones right here, they're very pretty. Just like my Papa's eyes."

Chuuya softly placed his hand on the crown of Eri's head, ruffling her light blue hair between his fingers.

Kazuki stiffly removes the desired jewelry from the display case, plastering an unmistakable fake smile on his face while extending a clipboard with some sort of form laying on top of it along with a pen.

"First things first, since your daughter is a minor, I need to have you fill out this mandatory consent form as her legal guardian."

Snatching the clipboard out from Kazuki's hand; Chuuya kisses his teeth as his eyes skim over the words printed on the sheet of paper.

A good majority of information the form was requiring him to fill out he didn't even know, like Eri's full name, or her actual birthdate.

All he knew for sure what the girl's first name and that she was between the ages of six and seven. The redhead shrugged his shoulders after coming to the conclusion he would need to write down some falsehoods; not that he truly cared if he was lying on the form.

Holding the pen loosely between his fingers Chuuya elegantly jotted the little girl's first name combined with his surname, humming in content.

'Eri Nakahara had a nice ring to it.'

"While he is filling that out, if I can have you two girls follow me into one of our rooms while I get everything prepped and sterilized." Kazuki announced, taking on more of a professional persona after being directly confronted by the gravity manipulator who made it obvious that the brunette-haired woman that he had been previously ogling was off-limits.

Y/N pushed herself from the glass case display, uncurling her fingers to offer her palm for Eri to take, which the little girl does. Following closely behind the brown-haired piercer into one of the studio rooms Kazuki instructs Eri to sit in the black adjustable reclining chair as he placed disposable gloved over his hands and began disinfecting his piercing tools.

Kazuki open swabs soaked in sterile solution, making his way to stand next to Eri smiling reassuringly at her. "Okay so what I'm doing first is cleaning the site, when I'm done with that, I'll make a small mark on your lobes where the piercing will go and let you check it out to make sure you like the location of it."

Eri silently nodding her head, still holding on to Y/N's hands to brace herself as she felt the alcohol swab diligently cleaning the front and backside of her earlobes. After Eri's earlobes are disinfected Kazuki pulls out a purple marker, lightly pressing the tip of it against the girl's ears at a specific location.

"Alright, take a look and tell me if you like the spots I marked." Kazuki hands Eri a small hand-held mirror, allowing her to see the two purple dots on her ears. "I do." Eri smiled in confirmation as she handed the mirror back to the brown-haired piercer.

"Awesome. For this next part, I'm actually going to have you lie all the way down in that reclining chair for me." Kazuki informed while grabbing clamps from the metal tray that held all the required piercing instruments, pushing the upper cushion of the recliner as far as it would go.

Y/N noticed Eri tensing up when the clamps pinched down rather uncomfortably on her left earlobe as Kazuki flipped the clamps up to ensure that the needle would align perfectly.

"Bella, you can squeeze my hand if you need to."

"She'll handle it like a champ." Kazuki chuckled softly, moving the needle just below the backside of Eri's lobe. "Take a nice deep breath in."

Eri did as she was instructed all the while curling her fingers tighter around Y/N's hand; not even registering that she had just been pierced by the needle. "Now let it out slow."

"One down, one more to go. How do you feel?" Y/N cooed, her fingers drawing lazy shapes on the back of Eri's hand as Kazuki placed a cork on the top of the needle as he readied to slide the barbell of the jewelry through.

"I didn't even feel it."

"Told you so, didn't I? You're doing such a good job. One more time, then you'll be done, okay?" Kazuki replied while screwing the backing of the earring tightly into place, the blue color of the diamond sparkled brightly under the lights of the room.

"Blue looks really good on you, Princess." Chuuya interjects his opinion leaning his back against the door frame, his heart melting at the sight of happy smile that formed on the little girl's face that had slightly turned to the sound of his voice. "Really? You think so?"

"I know so."

Kazuki had moved to the opposite side of Eri, prepping her other earlobe with the exact same process. The clamps pinching her earlobe bothered her more than the actual needle and piercing itself did. "Nice deep breath in."

Once again, Eri complied with the instructions given to her, feeling a little bit more of a sting from the second piercing but she was able to endure it out with ease.

"And let it out slowly. You're a real trooper, how are you feeling now?" Kazuki conversed as he finished tightly screwing the backing of the second piercing, allowing the little girl to sit upright before cleaning the little drainage of blood from Eri's newly pierced ears with a Q-tip.

"The second one stung more than the first one did, I feel okay now."

Y/N brushed back the hair from Eri's forehead, pressing a light kiss there.

"Your daddy is right; blue does look good on you." The brunette giggling internally upon hearing the redhead taking a sharp intake of breath.

"Okay," Kazuki tossed away the single-use piercing instruments and gloves with a sigh, resterilizing the work space generously before reaching for two fresh packets of piercing tools. "Which one are we starting with first, midline or conch?"

"Let's get the conch out of the way."

"Which ear do you want it on?"

"The right."

Kazuki nods his head curtly, gesturing for the brunette to take Eri's place in the black chair for the piercings to proceed.

Following the same procedure as what was done before, Kazuki diligently cleaned the site of the desired piercing and marked the location with a single purple dot.

Similar to what he had done with Eri, the piercer handed Y/N the small hand-held mirror to check if she liked the placement.

"Looks good." The brunette replied in acknowledgement.

"Alright," Kazuki began, taking a step closer towards the woman. "With the number of piercings that you already have, I think it's safe to assume you know the drill."

Y/N chuckled in response, "Of course."

She saw the needle in the piercer's hand, she felt the body heat emitting from the brown-haired man; however, she never felt the needle going through her ear.

She didn't ever flinch. Not even once.

"Colored me impressed, you took that piercing better than anyone else I've worked on. Since you took the conch piercing this easily, the midline will be a walk in the park for you." Kazuki joked as he gently cleaned up the site with a Q-tip, taking a step back in satisfaction.

"I have an extremely high pain tolerance, that's all."

"No kidding, quite possibly the highest I've ever seen. How do you feel?"

A goofy, childish grin etched onto the brunette's lips. "Peachy."

"You don't need a break?"

"Nope." The brunette replied, overemphasizing by popping the 'p'.

Following cleanliness protocol Kazuki had once again thrown away the used piercing tools before ripping open the final packet of tools he needed for the last piercing, approaching the brunette with the purple marker in hand. "Stick your tongue out."

Chuuya's eyes closely observed the brunette parting her lips as she allowed her tongue to loll out from her mouth; quickly shaking his head from side to side in an attempt to clear the thoughts from his mind. He shouldn't be having unholy thoughts, not right now. Not with Eri standing right next to him.

"Does the placement look good to you? You want me to move it a little higher?" Kazuki questioned, offering the hand-held mirror one last time to the brunette.

"No need, I like it right where it's at."

"Okay, I'm going to give you a little warning, the clamps will feel really uncomfortable on your tongue."

The brunette lackadaisically dismissively waved off the comment.

"That's fine."

Kazuki hummed lowly, "Stick your tongue out again." The sterilized clamps pinch down tightly on the brunette's tongue overpowered the feeling of the needle pushing through the wet muscle.

Once the bar of the tongue ring was in place, Kazuki tightened the ball before releasing the brunette's tongue from the clamps; the new jewelry added a small weight on the top on her tongue as she pulled the muscle back into her mouth.

"And all done! Whenever you're ready, you can meet me at the front of the studio for the payment and we can discuss aftercare for your new piercings." Kazuki said as he removed the disposable gloves, tossing them into the trash can the brown-haired male spare once last glimpse of the two clients he had just pierced before turning on his heel to walk back down the hall.

"I like your piercings, Mama." Eri complimented, her eyes staring in awe at the brunette's ears.

"Thank you, love. I like yours even more." Y/N purred, taking Eri's hand in her own as she stood from the chair, the trio walked out to room to stroll down the hallway. "I can't get over the color, they really suit you. I'm certain everyone back at the Agency and U.A. will agree."

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The three eventually step out from the studio after the brunette had paid for the services and pretended to listen to Kazuki as he droned on about aftercare for the piercings that Y/N already knew how to care for.

The sun was now slowly setting on the horizon, basking the sky in a baby pink hue over the city as the trio trailed back to the Agency.

Eri was walking ahead of the two former partners, urgently wanting to show off her new earrings to the members of the Armed Detective Agency, especially Atsushi and Ranpo.

In just a matter of a few short hours, Eri felt built up a strong connection with the were-tiger and the snack lover.

Chuuya's hand reached out for Y/N's wrist, yanking her body closer to him for the sole purpose of whispering lowly enough to where she could hear him clearly, but Eri couldn't.

"When we reach the Agency, have your friends take care of her for us. "

Y/N's eyebrow rose at the odd request the redhead was making.

"Why?"

Chuuya huskily chuckled underneath his breath. "Simple. Because Daddy needs to have a word with you."

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Melodic vibrating sounds pierced through the executive's ears as his gloveless hands softly traced the faded skin toned scars that permanently marked the brunette's bare body.

A sadistic grin played onto the redhead's face as goosebumps rose to the skin's surface in the wake of Chuuya's wandering hands that dipped down to caress the curve of Y/N's side, squeezing the flesh possessively.

"It's such a shame that we can't test out that talented tongue of yours."

The redhead executive purred seductively; his once crystal blue eyes had darkened, clouded with pure arousal at the sight of the woman writhing in pleasure on the bed. "I would have loved to feel your pretty new piercing swirling around my cock."

Y/N whimpered as she rubbed her thighs together, searching for much needed friction as she felt a knot forming in her lower abdomen, a thin layer of sweat sheened in between the valley of her breasts; her breathing had turned erratic and labored as soft whimpers and pleasurable sighs endlessly were coaxed from her.

Chuuya had the brunette's hands restrained, tied above her head to the bed's headboard, her back arching off the bed as a breathy moan fell past Y/N's lips.

Her half-lidded eyes peer at the redhead smirking mischievously; holding the remote of the vibrating egg that had been placed inside of her, he had increased the sex toy's level of intensity.

"Though, I can make do with waiting until the piercing is healed. I have other plans for you." The redhead licked his lips sensually, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as his eyes drunk in the sight of the brunette throwing her head back as the high intensity vibrations made her come undone on the toy; her thighs shaking from the pleasure racking through her body.

"Chuuyaaa ~." Y/N whined while unconsciously tugging at her restraints that they both knew she could get out of, if she really wanted to.

The red-haired male clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he lowered the intensity of the sex toy to the lowest setting; placing the remote on the bed as his nimble fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt, exposing the muscular torso hidden beneath it.

Y/N's lust blown pupils intently watched how the muscles in Chuuya's shoulders and biceps rippled from the simple act of the redhead removing the dress shirt and tossing it to the floor.

"Ah, ah. That's not my name, now is it?"

Y/N fluttered her eyelashes; the aftershock of her most recent orgasm had made her thoughts all muddled.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you. What's my name?"

With her head feeling like lead as the egg inside of her continued vibrating on the lowest setting, the brunette bites her bottom lip defiantly as shivers raced down her spine.

The redhead huffed light-heartedly; he loved when Y/N was a brat, it made breaking her down on his cock even more satisfying for him.

Stripped down to his boxers, Chuuya reached out for the can of whipped cream he had retrieved out from the fridge; crawling into the bed with the can of sugary cream, the redhead leans back on his haunches as his unoccupied hand grips the sex toy remote.

"Last chance, Y/N." Chuuya cooed, deep down hoping that Y/N wouldn't heed his warning; smirking wickedly when he didn't receive a verbal response from the woman beneath him.

The redhead wasted no time at all in shaking the can of whipped cream before proceeding to coat the brunette's hard nipples in the sweet topping.

Y/N's body jumped at the cool feeling of the cream being sprayed onto her skin, butterflies fluttering in her gut as Chuuya sprayed a long line of the whipped cream on her midriff, traveling all the way down, stopping just short of her dripping cunt.

Chuuya's thumb mashes down on the remote to once again, increase the toy's intensity to the highest setting; rendering Y/N unable to restrain the moans as she throws her head back.

Momentarily disregarding the remote controlling the vibrating sex toy, the redhead placed his thumb onto the brunette's soaking wet clit, drawing small circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/N's thighs instinctively attempted to clench around Chuuya's hand from the overstimulation the brunette was receiving. Unholy moans and pathetic whimpers endlessly fell from Y/N's mouth; which ironically, sounded so heavenly to Chuuya.

The red-haired male withdrew his thumb from Y/N's clit to smack the brunette on her thighs, hard enough to leave a red handprint on her skin.

"Keep 'em spread. Don't close your fucking legs again."

Chuuya's thumb resumed his ministrations on her clit as he hovered his upper body parallel over hers.

Dipping his head, Chuuya's tongue lulled out from his mouth, licking up the whipped cream in fat stripes; leaving open-mouth kisses over old scars as he did so.

The redhead's tongue traveled up the brunette's stomach, licking and sucking the whipped cream past her navel and up her midriff until he reached Y/N's whipped cream coated nipples.

Chuuya grinned against Y/N's hot skin as the brunette's back arched again from the mounting pleasure, feeling the approach of another orgasm, before latching his mouth around her right breast. Chuuya sensually flicked his hot, wet muscle against the pretty colored bud, letting his teeth slightly scrap across.

The taste of whipped cream and the saltiness of the skin layer of sweat sticking to Y/N's skin caused the red-haired male to hum in merriment.

"Please."

Dark blue eyes looked up through his lashes to see Y/N's hazy gaze staring longingly at him; pulling his mouth off her breast, Chuuya licked the remaining whipped cream off his bottom lip while raising an eyebrow.

"Please what?"

Y/N's arms tugged at her restraints tying her hands to the headboard, she was getting close.

"Please...just...mmmh—fuck me already. I need to feel you."

"Patience, Y/N. Only good girls who wait patiently get rewarded."

Chuuya chuckled mischievously as he mimicked his previous actions onto Y/N's left breast; slurping the sugary whipped cream provocatively urged on by the brunette's pretty moans.

Once he finished licking the brunette's body clean of the topping, Chuuya leaned forward to trail his lips up Y/N's sensitive neck; exposed bare from her usual bandages. "Say my name and I'll give you what you want."

The redhead's lips drifted to her ear, nipping at Y/N's earlobe with his teeth as more pressure is adding on his thumb still drawing lazy circles around her clit. "Say my name and I promise to ruin you so good."

The dangerous combination of the vibrating sex toy with the intensity set on the highest setting, the feeling of Chuuya kissing up and down her neck, and the movements that his skillful thumb made around the brunette's puffy clit was too much for her.

Y/N yelped; her thighs trembled as she tipped over the edge, coming undone on the sex toy inside her with a desperate whine. "F-Fuck...'M cumming! Daddy ~!"

A feral smirk stretched across his face as the redhead observed the mesmerizing facial expression Y/N had made when she came again on the toy, blessed by the lovely noises that slipped past her lips.

"That's my good girl."

Chuuya growled with a wolfish grin as Y/N breathlessly panted; glazing his fingers with her juices by teasingly running them in between her drenched folds, Y/N softly gasped at the feeling of his fingers running down her slit.

After generously collecting enough of Y/N's slick to lather his fingers, Chuuya sticks his cum-covered fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of Y/N on his tongue.

"You taste so fucking good; I could eat you out for days." Chuuya groaned in a hushed, raspy tone as he sucked his fingers clean. "You're dripping all over the bed. I could probably fuck you so easy right now, take my cock in one go."

Chuuya slid down the brunette's body; positioning his head between her open thighs as he placed the brunette's legs over his shoulders. Very slowly pulling out the sex toy that had been turned off; whistling lowly as he watched her hole clench around nothing. "But first, I'm a little hungry."

Chuuya flattened his tongue, licking boldly through Y/N's overly sensitive folds; moaning against her hole. The redhead sloppily sucked, licked, and kissed anything he could get his mouth on as he rocked his head through the brunette's folds.

Chuuya was rock hard, so hard that it was nearly painful. He could feel his precum staining through the fabric of his boxers, his cock begging to be released from its confines.

The red-haired excutive rutted his hips lightly against the mattress to help ease his aching cock, he was too addicted to the taste of Y/N to stop.

Too preoccupied with pleasuring the brunette whose thighs squeezed around Chuuya's head as he sucked harshly on Y/N's overestimated clit, only for the red-haired executive to open them back up so he could finish his meal.

His azure eyes watching Y/N who stared back with lidded eyes at her ex-partner in between her legs, bucking her hips against his tongue.

The brunette whined when Chuuya pulled his slicked glistening face away from her folds, almost losing it when the redhead let a fat glob of spit land right on her clit and run down her hole as he swiped his fingers through it.

"Fucking delicious, I could live between your thighs." The red-haired male declares, pushing himself up to strip off his boxers; finally freeing his painfully rock-hard cock that glistened with pre-cum.

He chuckles darkly, watching the way Y/N's cunt clenched down with anticipation as he slaps his heavy cock against her slit.

"Quit with the foreplay and f-fucckk ~ Chuuya!

The brunette's complaining morphs into moans as Chuuya wordlessly pressed the tip of his cock against Y/N's folds before pushing inside her cunt, bottoming out in one rough thrust.

Her walls clamped down vigorously onto his cock, the feeling of the bulbous mushroom tip of Chuuya's cock pressing snugly against her cervix was enough to push Y/N over the edge as her walls fluttered around him.

"Tsk. Tsk. Silly baby." Chuuya took Y/N's chin in between his fingers, making her look him in the eyes, "Did I tell you that you're allowed to cum?"

Y/N's eyes twinkled as she gave him a roguish smile, " 'M sorry, Daddy's dick just felt too good." The brunette clamped her wall tighter around her ex-partner for emphasis.

Chuuya huffed with amusement; spreading the brunette's legs loosely around his waist and placing his hands on her hips.

He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip at the edge of her creamy folds before roughly slotting his hips against hers as he smirked playfully.

"Oh? Is that right? Do you love Daddy's dick that much? You couldn't hold yourself back anymore? What a dirty girl. ~"

The redhead set a fast, rough pace, fucking his cock deep into her silken walls; grinning at the sight of his cock slipping in out of her soaked cunt. He increased the speed of his thrusts, the bed creaking under the weight of each one – making Y/N squeal.

"Such a pretty noise, make some more for me, would ya."

Y/N's eyes rolled until the whites showed as the mushroom tip of Chuuya's cock roughly bullied her cervix. Her clit throbs and twitches with snap of his hips into hers as the smell of sex, combined with Y/N's whorish moans, engulfs the room.

Chuuya's hips sputter, making him hiss through his teeth.

"Shit! Your pussy feels so fucking good. So nice and tight. Fuck –"

He grunted between sexy moans and groans, one of his hands momentarily leaving Y/N's hip to slick back his hair out of his face as sweat beaded onto his forehead.

A high-pitched moan erupts from the brunette as Chuuya stills, his cock pulsating inside of her, they had came together. "How many times of you cumming has that made? Three? Four? How very greedy of you, Y/N. But that's okay, you can give me more. Can't you, baby?"

Basking the afterglow of yet another orgasm, Y/N didn't have an opportunity to even comprehend what was happening before she found herself untied from the headboard, positioned on all fours.

Chuuya places his hand on her lower back, forcing the brunette to arch deeper for him as his cock pushes past the tight ring on muscles once more, his hips resuming the fast and deep pace.

The rapid gooey wet pat-pat-pat of his cock gliding through her brutalized cum filled walls fills the air around the two ex-partners. Chuuya turns his eyes downward, hypnotized by the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock.

"Oh, that's a pretty sight."

Y/N slides her arm down the length of her body, her fingers massaging about the sensitive bud of nerves in sync with Chuuya's brutal thrusts.

"Damn ... No wonder you're so short. The rest of your height went to your dick." Y/N moans out, her walls clenching down on him as he attempted to mold them into the shape of his cock.

Chuuya growls; tangling his fist into her hair he yanked back, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. The pain from getting her haired being pulled made the brunette's walls twitch. "You goddamn brat."

Shoving her face down onto the mattress, Chuuya increases the speed of his hips; his balls smacking against her swollen clit caused the brunette to take a section of the bed's comforter in between her teeth and biting down hard to suppress a scream of pleasure.

"So. Fucking, Good. Haaa ~ I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow morning. I'm going to make you miss the feeling of me inside you when I'm not around. I'm going to make sure that it's me who you think of when you touch yourself at night."

Y/N's fingers claw into the bed sheets, a muffled cry leaves her throat when the slight curve of Chuuya's cock brushes a certain spot deep inside of her. The redhead smirks devilishly as he angles his hips, ramming his cock in that one spot with great accuracy.

Drunk off of the squelching sounds Y/N's cunt made every time Chuuya's cock slid in and out of her.

The executive released his firm hold he had on Y/N chocolate brown locks in exchange for wrapping his arms under her breasts and pulling her back flush against his chest, pounding into her harshly.

Y/N's breasts bounced in tune with the redhead's deep thrust as her eyes roll from pure fucked out bliss.

"DaddyDaddyDaddy.~ "

"I could get addicted to this." Chuuya sinks his teeth into the side of her neck, drawing blood. The metallic taste of iron floods the executive's mouth, licking away the blood off his lips as he pulled his face away. "Even your blood tastes good."

Y/N whines at the pain coming from the bite mark that is quickly replaced with a guttural cry as Chuuya rolled his fingers over her sensitive clit.

"Don't act like you don't like the pain. You're a little slut for it. How you like it if I marked you even more, hm? How about if I craved my initials with my knife into your skin so every time you looked at it, you would know you're mine."

Chuuya kissed the brunette's neck, his hot breath sticking the Y/N's sweaty skin. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Such a masochistic slut." Chuuya chuckled into the brunette's ear, nipping his teeth sharply at her earlobe. "Go on, cum for me. Cum for me like the dirty little pain slut that you are. Cream on my dick."

Y/N's body seizes, the overstimulation had become too much. Her clit twitches violently under the light rolling motions of Chuuya's skillful fingers. Her back arches off of Chuuya's chest, hips snugly pressed against the redhead's as she lets out another scream.

She cums, a hot stream of clear liquid drenching Chuuya's cock and thighs, as well as the bed.

"Shit, did you just squirt? That's so fucking hot."

Chuuya groans deeply in the crook of Y/N's neck, snapping his hips rapidly. The feelings of Y/N's convulsing warm walls sucking onto him so intensely and the sounds of Y/N's tired moans as she recovered from her high was all he needed to bury his cock deep inside of the sleepy brunette, spilling his seed within the warmth of her walls.

Chuuya gingerly lays the both of them down onto the bed; pressing light kisses on the brunette's shoulder as he slowly pulls his cock out from Y/N's swollen hole, making the brunette whine softly into the pillow she had nestled her head into. Too exhausted to keep her eyes open; too tired to move.

Chuuya spread her cheeks, watching mesmerized as his cum had begun to trickle out through Y/N's folds. Chuuya's softening cock twitched at the sight, unlocking something feral from within him. The redhead shook his head, sparing a glance at the nearly passed out brunette he knew that she was in no shape for another round.

He had worn her out.

Chuuya sat up next the unresponsive brunette, smiling warmly as the sounds of soft breathing could be heard from Y/N. She had fallen asleep. Chuuya fucked her so good that she had fallen unconscious.

The redhead lowered his face to gently place a kiss onto the brunette's cheek.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Chuuya climbs out of bed and walked towards the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth to clean up the mess he made out of Y/N.

His body was covered in sweat and in Y/N's cum, not to mention that he had worked up a slight appetite; he would clean himself up and tend to his own needs later.

But first, Chuuya wanted and needed to take care of Y/N before anything else.

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Chuuya leisurely strolls out of Y/N's bathroom, wearing only a towel tied loosely around his hips as steam from the hot shower the redhead had just took, bellows out from the bathroom door he left open.

The vibrant red locks of the shorter male now stuck to his forehead from the damp moisture that still lingered in the air; Chuuya wrings out the excess water from his hair using a smaller towel that hung around the gravity manipulator's neck, prompting stray water droplets to trickle down Chuuya's porcelain torso until the droplets were completely absorbed by the towel wrapped around Chuuya's hips.

A small affectionate smile played onto the redhead's lips, his eyes softening as his gaze landed upon Y/N in a deep sleep laying on her stomach. Her body still laying nude just as he had left her; his counterpart snuggled into the warmth of her bed with her arms wrapped snugly around her pillow as soft breathy sighs slipped past the sleeping brunette's slightly parted lips.

The comforter of her bed had slipped down the brunette's naked body from the actions of Y/N shifting positions in her sleep; allowing Chuuya's eyes to slowly sweep over the exposed dip of Y/N's back. Carefully studying every freckle, every mole, every scar that laid to rest on her skin as her silky dark brown hair cascaded in waves against the pillow the brunette's head was propped on.

A wicked sense of pride bloomed within the ginger's chest once he caught glimpses of the marks he made on her body; the most notable being the cleaned up bitemark impression on her neck from his teeth sinking into her skin so hard to the point where he drew blood. For a woman who claims that she hates pain, her silken walls were clenching down awfully hard on him when he had sunk his teeth into her neck.

Rhythmic vibrations sounded from the nightstand, at first Chuuya had thought that he left the vibrating sex toy on by accident. That was until he took notice that the vibrations were emitting from Y/N's phone that was charging on the nightstand the ginger heard the vibrations near the sleeping brunette's side of the bed. This temporarily peaked the redhead's interest as to who would be calling the brunette so late into the evening as the sun had already set hours ago.

Eri was having a sleepover with the were-tiger who Y/N had the utmost confidence in, so the ginger deduced that the younger male could take care of the little girl until the next morning.

At the end of the day, there would be no logical reason for the were-tiger to attempt to get in contact with the brown-haired woman. If there was any sort of emergency that were to arise, Atsushi could easily just bang on the door if he really needed Y/N assistance.

Chuuya opted to completely disregard the low hums from Y/N's phone, assuming that the vibrations would halt once whoever was trying to contact the brunette realized that Y/N wasn't going to be answering any time soon.

However, Chuuya's assumptions were proven wrong as the brunette's phone not only continued to vibrate, but the screen would light up.

The ginger growled lowly, his legs swiftly carrying over towards the nightstand, snatching up the vibrating device blindly without bothering to check the caller I.D.

Not wanting the annoying disturbance to stir awake Y/N, Chuuya glides his thumb against the green phone emoticon and presses the phone up to his ear.

"About time you answered. I know we both agreed that this little trip would be in the best interest of Eri, but when you talked to me about having an outing with Eri, you failed to mention that this outing of yours would be an extended stay. I'm trying to be understanding here but the very least you could do was to keep in touch with me so I could get an inkling of what has been going on."

Chuuya's eyebrow rose questioningly; pulling the phone away from his ear, the ginger's eyes twinkled in light amusement at the name displayed on the phone. Of course, it was that Erasure Hero calling.

The gravity manipulator is unable to suppress the taunting smirk from growing on his face as he remanences on the last time the black-haired teacher had called the brunette during her time with Chuuya.

Aizawa sure did have quite convenient and funny timing.

"Hello? Y/N? You still there?"

"You'll have to call again later to repeat yourself to her. Y/N can't come to the phone right now."

Chuuya could very clearly hear the surprised hitch in the older male's breathing, obviously he wasn't expecting anyone other than the brunette to answer his phone call.

"Why can't I just speak to her now? It would be easier this way. Where is she?"

The ginger lightly brushed strands of Y/N's dark brown locks away from her face, a feeling of fondness washing over him as the brunette unconsciously leaned her face more into his touch.

"You pro heroes got to have everything done your way, huh? I told you; Y/N isn't able to talk over the phone right now, she's sleeping and I don't plan on waking her up. So no, you can't speak to her just yet. Although, I can pass on a message for you whenever sleeping beauty wakes up."

Aizawa grit his teeth and sighed in vexation. "No need to do that. I'll call her back tomorrow. "

Chuuya hummed acknowledging, his fingers softly tracing random designs over Y/N's exposed thigh that the brunette had sticking out from underneath the bed comforter. "Have it your way. If that's all you called for, then I'll be hanging up now."

The ginger announced, pressing the pad of his thumb onto the red end call button as he pulled the phone from his ear before the black-haired teacher had the opportunity to neither confirm or deny if the pro hero had any more to say.

The phone is placed back onto its original position on the nightstand near the brunette's side of the bed. Afterwards, Chuuya discards the two towels that he had been using to dry himself from the recent shower; into a hamper located in the bathroom in exchange for sliding his boxers over his hips.

Chuuya exhales a soft sigh of content as he silently climbs into the bed next to Y/N who stirs slightly in her sleep, shifting her sleeping position once more to lay on her side — facing Chuuya.

The redhead takes a moment to study every single detail of tranquility that fell upon the sleeping brunette's face. He knew all too well, better than anyone as a matter of fact; that Y/N was, more often than not — an insomniac.

The gravity manipulator thinks back on the countless nights where he would find the brunette sitting outside, late at night to just stare up at the twinkling dark sky muddling with her thoughts over all throughout the night when they were younger. There were times when the redhead would join Y/N to stare blankly at the night sky and they would just sit there until the early morning the next day; aimlessly talking about anything for hours on end with no actual topic in mind.

With that said, witnessing such a peaceful expression on the brunette's face in an immense deep sleep while having her defenses completely down wasn't a regular occurrence for Chuuya.

The ginger's hands moved on their own accord without any realization, his fingers softly brushed Y/N's hair out of her eyes before sweeping his hand to rub Y/N's high cheekbone. The brown-haired woman hums in her sleep. barely showing any response to Chuuya's ministrations; albeit for a soft flutter of her long eyelashes.

"Pretty," Chuuya whispers, grazing his fingers down Y/N's face to rub at her plump lower lip. "So pretty, Y/N. Only for me, yeah?"

The redhead had to muffle his chuckle that bubbles in his throat as Y/N leaned into the warm touch; nuzzling her cheek against the palm of his hand — causing Chuuya to envision the brunette as a cat by the way Y/N was acting subconsciously just over his touch.

Chuuya inhales sharply when the sleeping brunette suddenly snuggled up against his bare torso; instinctively stiffening when the warmth of Y/N's breath brushed across the surface of his skin as the brunette nestled her head in between her ex-partner's neck.

The redhead froze on the spot, assuming that he might have mistakenly woken up his counterpart. Chuuya remained completely still as he waited for the brown-haired woman to move.

However, when she appeared to be unresponsive from her state of slumber Chuuya slowly wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist loosely.

Pressing a kiss onto the side of her head, Chuuya's eyes slide closed; allowing the drowsiness to wash over him and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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"I've been thinking–"

Y/N turns her head, flashing the redhead a bright, childish grin as the two ex-partners had begun to. "Oh? I hope you didn't hurt yourself too seriously but please do tell. I'm shaking with anticipation."

Chuuya rolled his eyes with a quick click of his tongue. "Would you shut the fuck up for a minute? Like I was saying before you interrupted, I've been thinking that we should take Eri to an aquarium today."

"An aquarium? What brought this on all of a sudden?"

Chuuya paused, his eyes darting up from the cutting board with a sharp knife grasped inside his right hand as a smirk played on the redhead's face.

"I think it would be a fascinating experience for her to visit the place where a mackerel like you originated from, don't you?"

"Oh, hardy har har. Sounds like someone is full of jokes this morning, finally woke up on the better side of the dog bed, huh?"

"And it sounds like some fish bastard can't follow simple instructions and keep her mouth shut. But I digress."

"You'd know a lot about me not keeping my mouth shut, wouldn't you?"

Chuuya groans, fighting the urge to chuck the breakfast he was preparing with what he could work with for the both of them straight at the brunette's face. It's a miracle that Y/N hasn't fallen ill from malnutrition or starvation by the lack of groceries the woman kept stocked in her apartment even before she was away living within the campus of U.A. inside the dormitories that had been established.

Most of the brunette's groceries consisted mainly of instant noodles and unhealthy amounts of crab; luckily Chuuya was able to scavenge a small carton of eggs located in the back of Y/N's fridge, along with the necessary ingredients that would be needed for the omurice that Chuuya had planned on cooking only after feverously rummaging through all of Y/N's kitchen cabinets.

It was truly a blessing that she had any grocries at all to work with. The woman couldn't even cook to save her life.

"Oh my fu—"

A series of quick knocking at the front door of Y/N's apartment drowns out Chuuya's words as the slightly muffled voice of Atsushi could be heard on the other side of the door.

"Dazai-san, are you awake? Eri-chan wishes to see you and Chuuya-san."

Y/N beams brightly while making a beeline for her front door; practically ripping the door off its hinges as she twisted the knob and yanked it open widely. "Bella, my love! You're looking adorable as always. Did you enjoy your sleepover with Atsushi?"

The blue-haired girl ran straight into her opened arms to engulf the brunette into a warm hug. "I did, we had a lot of fun playing games with Kyouka. Your friends are really nice, Mama. I like them."

Atsushi offers the brunette a soft smile, watching Y/N combing her fingers through Eri's light blue hair fondly; humming as she listened to the elated little girl.

"Do you? I'm happy to hear that you're having such a great time with them. I know for sure that they all like you just as much. How could they not? Nobody can resist your cuteness. Maybe we should visit Yokohama more often, just you and me. Sounds good, yeah?"

"Can we, Mama?" Eri asked smiling happily at the brunette, loving the soothing feel of Y/N's hands running though her hair and lightly scratching her scalp beneath her fingernails. "Of course we can, Bella."

Y/N lovingly pressed a kiss onto Eri's forehead, "Now, I hope you're hungry because we have a long day planned after we eat the breakfast that your Daddy is cooking."

"We do?"

"Yup." Y/N chirps merrily, "We are going to an aquarium today! You'll love all the pretty marine wildlife they have there."

Eri's eyes twinkled with excitement, she'd never been to such a place before. Eri's hand automatically reaches out for the were-tiger standing directly next to her. "Is Atsushi coming with us?"

"If he wants to, then he is more than welcomed to join."

Atsushi gave Eri's smaller hand a kind reassuring squeeze. "I'd love to see the different types of fish with you, Eri-chan. It sounds like it'll be fun."

"Alright, now that everything has been settled; breakfast is done. Come sit down and eat before the food goes cold and all my efforts are wasted."

Chuuya states while walking out from the kitchen to scoop Eri up into his arms; peppering her face in a barge of feather-light kisses, eliciting small fits of giggles from the blue-haired girl as he strolled back into the kitchen followed by Y/N and Atsushi.

"Chuuya is the best housewife. How did I ever get so lucky? ~ "

"Shut up, shitty Mackerel."

...

The group of four walk through the entrance doors of the aquarium after Chuuya ever so graciously paid for each of their tickets.

Almost immediately, Y/N spots a touch tank attraction. The brunette instantly drags Eri alongside her as she approaches the shallow pool of water encased in the thickly glassed tank; releasing Eri's hand from her own as a blue spotted ribbon tail stingray glided through the water close enough for the little girl to touch.

"Look Bella, isn't he a beauty? You can touch him if you'd like." Y/N smiled at the blue-haired child wearily staring at the animal with her hand outstretched hesitantly. "Does it bite?"

The brunette chuckles softly, her fingers gently grazed the stingray's spotted back as the animal swam even closer, near the edge of the tide pool. "He won't bite, but you have to be gentle and only touch his back. Stingrays like back rubs."

Eri contemplated for a brief moment before she stuck her hand into the water, her momentary fear of potentially being bitten by the sea animal was quickly dashed and replaced by a euphoric feeling of awe as the stingray swam by her fingers that lightly touched its spotted back.

Atsushi and Chuuya had also approached the tide pool, ducking their hands into the water and smiling amongst themselves as the various colorful marine life brushed against their fingers.

Y/N glanced out from her peripheral vision towards the ginger who was purely engrossed by all the fish in the tide pool, unable to control the smile full of content from gracing his face.

The brunette smirked as a mischievous thought struck her. Y/N pulled her hand out from the water of the tide pool and silently crept up onto the unexpecting gravity manipulator. With her hand still dripping water, Y/N slaps her hand against the exposed side of Chuuya's neck; the water soaking into the collar of his shirt.

"Oi!" Chuuya jumped at the feeling of water running down his neck, smacking the brunette's hand away in the process. "You asshole, what was that for?!"

Y/N's smirk grew into a teasingly smug grin between a small burst of laughter, "My dog looked a little thirsty. Is it so wrong of me as your master to help out when you're dehydrated?"

"Consider yourself lucky that I can't drown you right here and now." Chuuya sneers although his tone lacked any true malice, sounding nearly playful in a way.

"Dying by your hands? Don't make me laugh, you wouldn't actually kill me despite how many times you claim you would."

The group migrates from the tide pool up a flight of stairs to the next attraction when one fish in particular catches Y/N's eye.

"Look, it's Chuuya!" Y/N exclaimed while pointing at a small puffer fish swimming in one of the glass exhibits.

"Ha? How is that anything like me?"

"Awh, come on Chuuya~" The brunette cooed tauntingly, "I shouldn't have to spell it out for you when it's so obvious! It's small and spiky, just like you! I mean the resemblance is quite uncanny."

"I think Daddy looks more like that one." Eri interjected, pointing her finger at brightly colored mandarin fish with swirly orange stripes that contrasted nicely against the vibrant blue fins and striped face.

"Why that one, Princess?" Chuuya gingerly asked, internally gushing over how innocently Eri cocked her head like her answer was going to be common sense.

"Because it's just as pretty as you are."

...

They ultimately detoured to the jellyfish exhibition. It was plunged in darkness; the jellyfish glowed, like pulsing stars in the abyss.

Chuuya read the plates. Moon Jelly, Fried Egg Jelly, the Japanese Sea Nettle. They bloomed, nebulae of stars dying and born anew, specks of light galaxies away in the night sky. Time was suspended; silence swallowed the darkness.

They drifted in the depths of the universe as it expanded, motes of dazzling light.

Chuuya traced the silver plates in the dark: the English letters, the Japanese characters. He touched a finger to the cool glass.

The ginger-haired male looked beside him and there Y/N stood, in the midst of the galaxy that had engulfed them, watching the glowing jellyfish—watching her.

There was light in her eyes, even in the dark.

Before long, the group of four had visited nearly all of the exhibits that the aquarium had to offer; with one sole exception of the largest tank out of the entire aquarium.

They reached the bottom of the largest exhibition, a corner of the Pacific Ocean.

A whale shark glided slowly above their heads, huge and graceful. Sunlight danced through the waving water across her back; she was so close they could see the ridges, the dappling spots on skin.

Fish large and small swam by, weaving through the paths of thin, grey sharks, green sea turtles and great stingrays.

Faraway swirled a school of sardines, glimmering silver.

Eri placed her little hand on the aquarium glass, watching awestruck at the vast abundance of sea life gliding through the massive tank. Happily pointing out her favorites to Atsushi who appeared to be in the same dazed state as the little blue-haired girl; watching the whale shark pass with a slow, elegant swing of its tail.

Chuuya sat by the short stairs nearby and looked at the aquarium. It glowed turquoise in the dark.

His eyes followed Y/N every movement as the brunette strolled alongside of a sea turtle gracefully gliding through the water by the colorful coral reefs — her favorite sea animal.

The ambient music that plays in the viewing area resonates gently across the space, an uplifting accompaniment to the movements of the water and the fish which inhabit it.

One wave of a stingray's fin is accompanied by another curve of a tail, which blends in seamlessly with the slow, synchronized movement of large fish beneath it.

Wherever you look, there's movement, and in between, pockets of calm, of sea life just sitting in place, observing, unblinking, letting the currents go by.

It's peaceful. The flow of the water is unchanging, the movement of the whale shark and its accompanying remoras smooth, almost artful, rhythmic in a way that distracts Chuuya from the low buzz of chatter surrounding them from other patrons of the aquarium.

The blue lights of the aquarium gave Y/N an ethereal glow, emphasizing the sharpness of her jaw and cheekbones, all the while making the dark mahogany hue of her eyes glimmer.

Chuuya could feel his heart thumping within his chest the longer he stared at the woman as realization hit him hard in the gut.

He was in love with her.

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One month later

Meta Liberation Army's Home Base

"From this moment on, the Liberation Army recognizes Tomura Shigaraki as the grand commander, and with that, its second coming! As we walk down a deeper path of liberation, the Metahuman Liberation Army and the League of Villains will unite under a new name! The idea came from me, Re-Destro and Spinner, from the League! Now, the name please Tomura Shigaraki!"

The wall panel leading to the underground chambers slowly lifts up, which prompts the members of the formerly known League of Villains to walk on stage, taking their place next to the battle-worn Shigaraki. 

"The Paranormal Liberation Front. Pushing aside the name of "villain" and allowing the meta framework to be interpreted more broadly. And the nine people on stage will be my lieutenants. Teams will be assigned based on what they need.  Anyway, the name's the same as this."

Shigaraki's left hand, that was supported by the black brace which had been fitted with prosthetic fingers, clutched the leathery hand masking his bandaged face. His horribly chapped lips turning upward into a grin so malevolent that it could make Lucifer himself shiver within the pits of Hell at the self-proclaimed Symbol of Fear.

 "It's just decoration. We'll do what we want."

The massive crowd of spectators spontaneously erupted into exuberant cheers, celebrating at the announcement. Happiness exuded from every single person that occupied the extensive space of the underground chambers.

Everyone was happy. Everyone, that is, except for two.

Hawks' false display of support for the unity consisting of two villain groups combining under a new name prevails beneath the sheer panic that hides masterfully behind his less than thrilled smile. 

'I'm too late! That's why it was so easy...' 

The blonde harked back to several nights ago. On that specific night, he and Dabi had met up at a disclosed location the two of them had agreed on. In the retrospect of adding salt to the wound — Dabi flaunted directly to the winged hero's face the fact that if the League had only been caught sooner, then the citizens who resided within Deika City might not have died in the destruction that was caused there.

He was strictly instructed by the blue flame quirk user to dispose of Best Jeanist as a test, and then prove the pro hero's death by showing Dabi the corpse. All in the hope to gain the villain's trust by showing beyond any doubt from outside appearances; that he was loyal to the League's and Shigaraki's cause to eradicate the age of pro heroes.

A slow clapping sound generating next to the Number Two hero steers his attention away from the newly announced Paranormal Liberation Front, and onto the brunette-haired woman staring at the villains that stood on the stage with a blank and vacant look in her dull mahogany gaze.

The pair had grown better aquatinted to a certain degree in some sense. The blonde pro hero remained on the fence about Y/N, he couldn't read the brunette quite as well as he could've if Y/N was simply a normal citizen. Every instance the pro hero thought he had finally grasped any kind of understanding on the woman, he comes up short in the long run.

Something that Hawks, well known as "the man too fast for his own good" was not all that well accustomed to. 

Y/N was a deeply complexed woman. Something about her that Hawks couldn't quite pinpoint at the moment enchanted him. 

She was the pinnacle of an enigma. 

"With soldiers being led under a single will, Feel Good Inc's control over the network, Detnerat and their deep involvement in the hero industry, and the other High End Nomus that are likely still around, they can do whatever they want...This is a very serious problem. In this superhuman society overflowing with heroes, Shigaraki has the same or more power than heroes. What a truly horrific thought."

 A deep frown falls upon the blonde's face. 

"The staggering number of casualties will be catastrophic. We will need to prepare as much as we can as quickly as possible. Millions of people will have to be uprooted from their daily life and evacuated to safer grounds far away."

The crowd of spectators and supporters alike slowly dispersed into smaller groups distributing from all different sections of the spacious underground hideout of the base.

Hawks and Y/N took it upon themselves to weave through the bodies of people occupying the chambers; striking up small talk and divulging into halfhearted conversations with whomever passed by came naturally to the two of them.

"Hawks, over here!"

Overhearing a feminine voice hollering his pro hero alias, the blonde's golden eyes glanced in the direction that the voice originated from. A short light brown-haired woman smiles at the sight of the Winged pro hero. 

"Are you excited about the good news?"

Hawks retaliates in the form of flashing the woman a charmingly boyish lopsided smirk. "I'm stoked. Let's do our best at liberation!"

"I can't believe you're actually here!" The woman swoons over Hawks' presence as she gazes at the pro hero; starstruck.

Y/N had felt the presence of someone stealthily approaching her from behind, she didn't need to look to know who it was.

Dabi's overly warm breath expels through his nose and brushes against Y/N's cheek as the villain had loosely tossed his severely burnt arm around the brunette's shoulders; his two-toned lips drawing near her ear.

"Hey there, doll. Glad you received my invitation, haven't seen you in a while. Almost had me convinced that you were going out of your way to ghost me, but you wouldn't do that, would ya? Not with that agreement of ours."

Y/N's face scrunched distastefully as the overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke and ash assaults her nostrils. 

Her eyebrows furrow with annoyance at the realization that her clothes will now reek of Dabi's scent, knowing that the cigarette smoke would linger on her. 

The arsonist had sought out the woman specifically as soon as he had stepped down off the stage, barely paying any mind to anyone who was bold enough to walk up to him to give their congratulations for the newly appointed lieutenant of the combined villain organizations. 

"So sorry my life doesn't revolve around you. You know how it goes, hard at work mentoring and molding the minds of future pro heroes takes a majority of my time so I can't always answer your calls like your good little pet."

The blue flame quirk user's chuckle was dark and gruntled as his arm slipped from around the brunette's shoulders. "You're a real mouthy one, aren't cha?"

"I said what I said."

Dabi's surgical staples near his lips tugged upward into a vicious grin; the stainless-steel material of the staples glimmered under the lights. "That's what I like about you. Your oh so rebellious attitude. I find it enticing how you're not as completely useless as most women are. You're special."

"Flattery isn't enough on its own to let you get on my good side."

"Oh? Hmm, I suppose not. A pity, really. You're going to break my heart, doll." Dabi cooed patronizingly, his tongue slithering from his mouth to wet his scarred bottom lip.

"You're a big boy, I'm sure you can handle yourself. Your egotistical pride couldn't be that badly affected."

"Would you kiss it better if I were to say that my so called "egotistical pride" was in fact badly affected?"

The non discreet clearing of Hawks' throat evoked Dabi's remarkably bright azure gaze to flicker over towards the blonde- haired pro hero; mildly agitated by the interference. However, his frustration was short lived as the villain grinned at the winged hero.

 "Hey, what are you doing, Number Two? You look happy."

"Yeah! Introduce me to everyone."

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"So, to summarize, what you two mean to tell me is this. Kurogiri is a special type of High End Nomu biogenetically altered using the corpse of your former classmate and close friend— Oboro Shirakumo, who died from a tragic accident while performing his work study course."

Y/N gawked partially startled while her mind processed what had been told to her by Hazashi and Aizawa who appeared to look more mentally drained than usual. 

The brunette spreads her legs apart, her elbows pressing into the top of her thighs. "Let me ask you two something. If you find out who's making the Nomus, what will you do?"

"I'll fly over there and have a karaoke contest. I'll boil their guts and make offal soup!" Hizashi sneered coldly with hostility flinting through his optics peeking out from the top of his orange-tinted glasses

"I love how you paint a vivid picture with your words. Kudous to you." Y/N taunted without any real humor seeping through her tone with a small huff before flitting her eyes on towards Aizawa. "What about you?"

"I--

"Dazai-sensei! Mr. Aizawa!"

The two partners swiveled their necks faintly to the right, their gaze sweeping over the troublesome expressions that both Mirio and Tamaki bore on their faces.

"Sorry to bother you during your break."

Y/N, ever perceptive, flattened her lips together at the boys' unease. "Don't worry about it, what's wrong?"

"It's Eri." 

The brunette's body sprung up from the couch of its own accord as soon as Eri's name was spoken. 

"What happened?"

...

"There you are." Aizawa remarked as he opened the entrance door to the dorms, finding All Might staring at the vass night sky; sitting on a bench by himself. "Aren't you cold? What are you doing?"

"Oh, not much. Something up?"

"Yes, I have a message from Tsukauchi. He wants you to postpone your meeting with Stain." Aizawa informed while stepping out onto the porch of the dorms and shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks. By the way, how's Young Eri?"

"Y/N took her into her room. She's sleeping like a baby. We're starting Eri's training this week."

"I'll help."

Aizawa expressed his gratitude to All Might's offer. The black-haired teacher then cups his hands and blows hot air against his palms in an effort to keep them warm from the chilliness of the night.

Under the observant eye of the latter, All Might tips his head up slightly as he exhales — lost in his own thoughts. 

"What's wrong?" Aizawa inquires, stuffing his hands into the bindings of his capture weapon for additional warmth.

"I decided... to live."

"Huh?"

"But you know, how do I put it... This feeling of...powerlessness is welling up inside of me." 

Aizawa sighs softly at his fellow colleague's confession, trudging down the small sections of steps.

"Every time I see how the students are improving, I'm tortured by the irritation that I can't do anything for them."

"You're still a workaholic." Aizawa concluded bluntly as he moved to stand next to the bench All Might sat on.

"Wor...?"

"You've been defending this country for decades. It's a symptom of your addiction made clear by the sudden change."

"That's harsh..." All Might replied with his lips pulled downward into a frown.

"You are able to do something for them."

"Huh?"

"By living and being here. Just by doing that, you can spur on many people."

Aizawa's words caused All Might to reminisce back to Sir Nighteye smiling as he died. Tears prick bitterly at the corners of All Might's eyes; the former hero tries his best to suppress his sniffles behind his hand he placed over his face to shield away from the Eraser hero.

"You should boldly sit back and put your feet up. Just as you have been."

"Thanks..."

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Police Force HQ

"Kyudai Garaki."

Rock Lock's face pinched together into a glower. " This guy was All For One's right-hand man."

"The mad scientist who created the bioengineered Nomu..." Y/N muttered flattly with the click of her tongue.

"How do you know it was him?" The baritone of Endeavors voice traveled greatly throughout the meeting room.

"After receiving the information from the safety commission, I sent someone undercover. This hospital has a restricted area whose purpose is not even known to the staff; a place only accessible through the morgue. Only Garaki is seen coming and going. We continued the infiltration and got evidence."

Two pictures materialize on the jumbotron screen behind Tsukauchi. One picture was far away but the image was clear enough to make out that the person being photographed was indeed Garaki standing next to a smaller object.

The second picture was a close up shot of what Garaki happened to be standing next to, which turned out to be a small Nomu being half concealed by the shadows. 

"These are the pictures from that."

"A tiny Nomu!" Pixie Bob exclaimed in horror.

"It wouldn't be hard to arrest Kyudai Garaki. However, if we act rashly, the Paranormal Liberation Front members will notice. We also have the trauma from Hosu and Camino. There was devastating damage to the cities, and we sacrificed many heroes. Even though we were able to arrest and restrain All for One, the number one hero, All Might, was basically forced into retirement."

Tsukauchi's darkly colored eyes glide over the faces of every single hero in attendance.

 "Therefore, we will be facing this situation with all our forces. First, we will split the heroes into two teams.  Team Endeavor will secure Kyudai Garaki in Jaku Hospital. Team Edge Shot will storm the Gunga Mountain Villa, which is considered Paranormal Liberation Front's hideout. These two things will happen at the same time. In addition, hero course students will be deployed as logistical support for both teams. We'll have them help with civilian evacuation and rescue in the event that things escalate. 

Once the fighting begins, of course we expect resistance from the Paranormal Front and Nomus. Even so, we must do this. Garaki, the Nomus, Shigaraki, and the League--" Tsukauchi's eyebrows furrow, rethinking his choice of words. 

"No, the Paranormal Liberation Front! We'll take them out in one sweep!"

...

'Things are progressing nicely. Tomura Shigaraki will be complete in a little over a month. Oh, I can't wait!'

"Is it you?"

Endeavor's deep voice shattered through Garaki's euphoria as he stumbled; nearly tripping over his own feet. In his startled daze, Garaki glances over his shoulder; shrieking in terror once he spots the Number One hero marching towards him with an army of police officers right behind him.

"Are you the maker of Nomus and All for One's right-hand man? Accept your fate, Pawn of the Devil!"

"Why...? Why...?!" Garaki turned on his heels, attempting to run away down the hallways of the hospital but his feet had gotten snagged by Aizawa's capture weapon, sending him toppling to the floor face first.

Aizawa's shaggy black hair levitates off his shoulders, indicating that his Erasure quirk had been activated.

Under the influence of Aizawa's quirk, Garaki's physical condition excessively changed; within a split second, the doctor's skin shrivels and his body takes on the appearance of a feeble elderly man as Garaki wheezes on the ground to catch his breath.

"As expected, he's not what he's recorded as being in the family register.  The instant you used Erasure on him, he aged drastically. It's a Quirk, isn't it?" Endeavor inquired as he and his team continued to close in on the doctor's sorry state of being.

"Is that Quirk the secret to All for One's long life? The Super Regeneration that only the black Nomus were equipped with. It's not a common Quirk. Did you reproduce that, or create it artificially? You offered that technology to All for One."

Tsukauchi questioned the aged Garaki who tried desperately to crawl away from the small barge of pro heroes alongside the police force — only to be stopped in his tracks once Present Mic slammed his hand down on the doctor's shoulder; his fingernails digging into the fabric of Garaki's white doctor's coat.

"That's amazing.  Stuff like that, regenerative medicine... If you use it in that way, it's like a hyper cheat." 

Present Mic's hand clutches the collar of Garaki's shirt in a tightly fisted grip; yanking the aged doctor's face to be eye-leveled with himself as the Voice hero stared down heinously at the man who used the body of his dead friend and turned him into a puppet. 

"Hey! Why are you using it like this? Why are you using it like this, old man?! What the hell... did you do to my friend, old man?!"

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Y/N stood within the advantage point adjacent to Gang Orca amidst a multitude of pro heroes who had been appointed to Team Edge Shot's advance guard. Her darkened gaze pierced through the distance towards the Gunga Mountain Villa that served as the home base for the Paranormal Liberational Front. 

The horde of pro heroes as well as a handful of select hero course students positioned in the front lines— preparing themselves to move into action at a moment's notice as they laid in wait for further orders.

"The regularly scheduled meeting of the Paranormal Liberation Front lieutenants. Right now, that's what they're holding in that mansion. The enemy has someone who can use Warp, but apparently, the user is at the hospital. If we capture the one that'll let them get away, they won't have anywhere to run." Edge Shot debriefed the unprecedented number of pro heroes that consisted of his team, the male's silver eyes unwavering from the mountainside Villa.

"Hey, is it really all right for us to be here?" Class 1-B student, Komori, asked timidly as she fiddled with her hands in an obvious nervous manner.

"Kormori?" Her fellow classmate — Honenuki, glanced in the direction of his shorter comrade.

"Didn't the League of Villains go after U.A., 'shroom?"

"They have become too big." Midnight disclosed to the young hero in training as her legs carried her over to the distressed teen and kneeled down; bringing her eye level with Kormori in an attempt to calm the girl's nerves. 

"Now that they've gotten this much power, Shigaraki will be wanting to achieve their goal in the shortest possible time. It's past the point where only you all will be in danger."

Kormori expels a small gasp prompting the dark-haired heroine to softly cover the girl's fidgeting hands with her own to help bring a sense of comfort. "Don't worry. We just want you to help us a little at the beginning. We'll send you to the rear right after."

"Ms. Midnight..."

Y/N wandered near the formerly anxious Class 1-B student, her bandaged hand slotting on top of the girl's shoulder. "It's unfortunate that I hadn't been able to witness the Quirks of Vlad's students first-hand during the joint training battles that were held; but I have heard rather impressive feedback."

Y/N's eyes momentarily averted to Denki and Tokoyami— the only two students of hers that were stationed within the advance guard. "Denki's Electrification, Tokoyami's Dark Shadow, Honenuki's Softening, and your Mushroom are all incredibly versatile for wide-range attacks."

The brunette's hand slipped from Kormori's shoulder as she flashed to teen a small soothing grin. "The Paranormal Liberation Front has many, many members. The roles all of you play in this blindsided attack will be vastly fundamental and will help assist the rest of us to drastically decrease their numbers quickly during the surprise ambush. Everyone has faith in your capabilities."

"We have surrounded the bases in each location.  We won't let a single ant escape." 

...

The advance guard of team Edge Shot sprints through the forest, rapidly closing in on the Paranormal Liberation Front's base completely undetected for the time being once they had received their queue to commence with the formulated attack on the villains. 

"I-I want to be with everyone else!" Denki screeched hysterically; his eyes had shrunk down twice their usual size with undeniable fear of what was to come. Y/N's chestnut-colored locks whips across her face— her head swiveling to catch a better glimpse of her student as beads of a cold sweat had accumulated down the side of the blonde teen's face.

"You consented to this before we started!"

"That was, well... I didn't want to refuse in front of everyone! I didn't want to show my shameful side to them..." Denki's eyebrows pinched together as the teen's facial features twisted into an expression of pain combined with a tinge of fright.

"We need your power." Midnight interposed, her deep blue gaze glistening with unspoken understanding of the teen's conflicting emotions but remained firm. "Think of it as helping some useless adults."

"No, I don't think of adults as useless!"  Denki's voice cracked as he continued his pace to keep up with the advance guard squad. The teen swallowed the dry lump in his throat — his heartbeat pounding loudly in his eardrums.

"Kaminari."

The blonde averts his terrified eyes onto Tokoyami's form running slightly ahead of him, "Tokoyami."

"During the school festival, I realized something while playing guitar with you. You're an amazing guy."

Tokoyami's effort to shake confidence into his classmate falls short as his words of encouragement seem to have taken the opposite effect on the blonde-haired teen.

 "It's no good if you praise my guitar-playing now."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Tokoyami denies, resisting the urge to deadpan as the blonde spiraled down further into more pronounced hysterics; putting Denki under the assumption that Tokoyami was simply talking about his playing skills.

Being one of the first to reach the clearing of the Villa, Cementoss skids along the pavement as he slams his hands onto the ground, unleashing his quirk. "Opening up!"

The front of the Villa splits apart under the impression of Cementoss's quirk; wreaking havoc on the villains inside the turmoil at the unexpected attack launched upon them.

Edge Shot glances over his shoulder, barking instructions urgently as his team closed in on the unprepared Liberation Front. "Don't let a single one of them get away! Those guys will put their lives on the line to accomplish their goal! If we let even one person escape, they'll threaten someone somewhere! Attack to protect!"

"Charge!" Y/N called out Denki's hero name as the teen glanced frantically from one pro hero to the next aimlessly — without any sense of direction. The uneasiness was still evident on the blonde's face. "Don't be overwhelmed by this atmosphere."

"Dazai-sensei..." 

"She's right. If it's too hard to imagine "protecting someone, somewhere," then put what's most important to you right now in your heart." Midnight added, her lips forming into a small smile in the hope to strike something within the blonde who widened his eyes before diverting his gaze onto the ground. 

"Right now..."

Sauntering to the front lines for confrontation within the premise of the demolished Villa, Y/N's eyes narrow on a male she recognized as a vice commander of the Liberation Front clutching a taser in his hand— electrifying himself. 

"The vice commander's using that!" A member of the Liberation Front shouts.

"Don't get caught in it! Retreat!"

"Numbers are meaningless against my Quirk. Amplivolt amplifies and releases! My Quirk reigns supreme as the strongest!" The vice commander declares as deadly bolts of bright blue electricity surged around him in a brilliant light show; Y/N clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"A wide-range attack, huh?"

A sudden blur of yellow weaving through Y/N's vision, the brunette grins at the realization that what had just dashed past her was Denki rushing closer towards the Villa with a sense of determination fueling him.

"Supreme Discharge...Thundernet!" The vice commander bellows a war cry — unleashing a ferocious counterattack he had hoped would wipe out the incoming pro heroes with ease.

 However, he could never have foreseen his powerful attack being absorbed by a U.A. student who just so happened to have an equally powerful electrification quirk of his own.

"Yes! Rendering one leader powerless, complete! In order to keep the guys in the back from worrying, let's finish this up quickly, everyone!"

"You're amazing, Charge!" Cementoss complimented the blonde-haired teen, holding a thumbs up of appraisal.

Denki smirked. 

"Thanks!"

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"Hey... What's going on?" Twice hesitantly questions, his voice teetering on the edge of cracking as Hawks had him cornered inside one of the rooms — the winged pro hero's vermilion feathers sharpened to a point, keeping the villain pinned down to the floor.

"I told them the time and day of the attack in code. Man, it was really tough. In retrospect, I probably could have relied on her more since she wasn't as closely observed in comparison to me, not that it really matters at this point." Hawks sends one of the sharpened red feathers to destroy the device which had been originally planted on his body to closely monitor his actions by Skeptic.

"The operation this time was basically to intimidate with numbers--"

 "Hey..."

"--so I didn't want to give you, with your Double Quirk, any extra time." Hawks stalked closer towards the downed masked villain with his feather sword firmly grasped in his hand.

"I said. "Hey"... Wha--?" Twice's eyebrows pinched together beneath his mask in confusion as the dreaded feeling of deja vu slowly crept onto him— the bitterness of the winged hero's betrayal chilling Twice to his bones, much like the darkness in the blonde's golden eyes.

"I needed to keep an eye on you at all times. "Let's review liberation ideology before the meeting." It was totally natural, right?"

"Hawks..."  Twice shakily raised his head off the floor, calling out for the blonde pro hero only to come face to face with the hero's long sharped feather sword pointing straight at him. 

The distinctive shing of the sword slicing the air caused the masked villain's breathing to become panicked and labored.

"Please don't put up a fight. I'll restrain you like this and hand you over to the police."

"Wait... a minute..." Snippets of Magne's death and the loss of Mr. Compress's arm brought on by the League's first ever encounter with Overhaul flashed through the masked villain's mind, stinging tears welled up in Twice's eyes as he stared at the weapon being pointed at him by someone who he thought he could trust.

A nauseous feeling gnawed deep inside the villain's gut. Who could Hawks possibly be talking about...? Who was this her that the blonde was being so encrypt with...? 

The sole person who Twice's brain could scramble up an answer for would be Y/N. 

But that couldn't be right, it didn't make sense to Twice when the brunette is the one who willingly accepted the help of the League several months back during the Shie Hassaikai raid. 

Y/N was a kind person who despite had been kidnapped by the very same group of villains, aligned herself with them in some minuscule way. 

Y/N was nice enough to return his mask to him in the alley that day when he had misplaced it on his walk to prevent him from splitting.

Twice couldn't accept what Hawks was insinuating. He wouldn't accept it, let alone entertain the thought of yet another person he trusted betraying or manipulating him.

 After all, she smiled at him that day.

Hawks had to be lying.

"Always..." The tears pooled from the villain's waterline and down the corners of his mask heavily.

 "It always turns out like this! I was the one... who carelessly brought that guy... Because of me... Because of me... Not again...! I thought... I thought I just had to trust you! I thought that if I didn't trust you... it'd be too sad. That's what I thought..."

"Thanks. You were just unlucky." Hawks stared emotionlessly at the villain sobbing on the floor, countless years spent training under the watchful eyes of the Hero Public Safety Commission had conditioned him to become detached from any and all vulnerable emotions within a split second.

 "Atone for your crimes and start over. I'll help you start over. Because you're a good person."

"Shut up... Is this what heroes do?"

Hawks lowers his head slightly, his googles casting a shadow over his eyes.

 "Stop."

"What do you mean, "start over"? Huh?"

"Bubaigawara!"

"I..." Twice pushed himself off the floor, glaring at the winged pro hero with unbridled hatred — Hawks grit his teeth as he launched his sharpened feathers in the direction of the distraught villain, his hand had been forced.

A section of Twice's mask is ripped off courtesy of the aforementioned sharpened feathers tearing at the fabric, "...haven't cared about myself for a long time!"

"I don't want to fight you! Bubaigawara!"

"That's just what's convenient for you!" Twice yells in retaliation and proceeds to unleash his Sad Man's Paradise — his clones manifesting even more of his clones quickly in numbers in a matter of seconds.

"My soul only exists... for the sake of everyone else's happiness... I'll take responsibility this time!"

"Die, hero!" The onslaught of Twice clones shouts in distaste for the winged blonde who merely narrows his eyes at Twice's reluctance — his razor-sharp feathers making quick work of disposing the looming threat of Twice's clones by slicing straight through them, leaving a puddle of muck behind.

"I'm amazed at how quickly you're creating them, but since you're doubling and doubling them, they aren't as durable. Even though they've been attacked by the same large covert feathers, some melt and some don't."

"It's so fast, my eyes can't keep up..." Twice muttered as his tears continuously streamed down his half-torn mask. 

"After coming this far, I'm not going to let emotions cause me to make a mistake. If you'd come with me quietly, we could've still done something. I did like you."

"These guys are my only friends!" Twice sneers in disgust at the pro hero's confession as he sloppily generates clones of Shigaraki, Toga, Spinner, Dabi and Mr. Compress.

 "Don't just barge in like that!"

Once again, Hawks mows down the clones with little ease with the help of his razor-sharp feathers. Twice clenches his teeth angrily, his arms shielding his face to the best of his ability as the feathers slice against his own exposed skin over and over again; slowly weakening Twice.

"It's no use, scum! You scummy bastard!"

"Taking villains down as quickly as possible... Why do you think I do that? Because it's the ones who don't give up that are the most terrifying for heroes. From experience, I've seen that those with strong wills won't lose consciousness."

"Shut up!" Twice yells as he attempted to land an attack of his own on the winged hero just to be swiftly cut down by the blade of Hawks' feather sword, striking him deeply across the villain's upper torso.

"That's why..." Hawks pins the injured Twice to the floor by placing his right foot down of Twice's shoulder and kneeling his left knee on the side of Twice's body. Effectively caging in the villain with the usage of his body weight as Hawks aims one of his feather swords next to the villain's face while the other slides against Twice's neck.

"Since neither side will give up, all that's left is to kill."

"You all... can't be called "heroes." It's always like this. Everyone always abandons the down and out. You don't know, do you? How Toga wraps me up gently with her handkerchief. Hey, did you know? This is the second time. The second time... I got everyone caught up in a trap like this. Toga won't be wrapping me up anymore, huh...?"

Hawks tightens his grip on his feather sword as he repositions the blade of his weapon.

"But that's fine. I just want... to protect everyone's happiness!"

"I'll let them know." Hawks remarked, his hands moving to push the blade of his sword into the villain's body for the killing blow. 

Before he even gotten the chance to finish what he had been ordered to do, a fiery hot blaze of blue flames combusts through the room — forcing the winged hero to retreat deeper into the confines of the room that had just been set on fire.

The pro hero topples across the floor, dragging the dead weight of the severely injured Twice with him as the heat from the flames begin to disintegrate his feathers. 

"No need. I heard." Dabi informed the winged pro hero as he stomped his foot onto the blonde's face, crushing his goggles. "You didn't notice me, did you? You were distracted by your emotions! You made a mistake, hero!"

"D-Dabi..."

The blue flame quirk wielder averts his gaze onto his injured comrade laying limply next to Hawks, "Twice, you didn't do anything wrong. It's always the heroes who are in the wrong. Right?!"

Dabi's flames engulf the floor where he had Hawks pinned, fully expecting to burn the pro hero alive with his spontaneous attack — however, much to Dabi's bewilderment; Hawks had been able to escape the bright blue flames within the nick of time with Twice in tow.

"No way!"

While the winged pro hero was able avoid being burned to death, he didn't escape the flames completely unscathed. His coat is ripped off his body from the hasty tumble he endured to ensure that he escaped Dabi's flames; the heat from the flames scuffed up portions of Hawk's muscular arms as well as his khaki pants. 

The most obvious damage taken by the winged blonde was a light burn mark to the lower left side of his face combined with a majority of his feathers burned to a crisp.

"But well, you've lost a lot of your weapons."

"You were about to burn your friend up, too."

Dabi's lips tugged upward into a mocking smirk, "it's fine. Heroes are known for being able to save lives in an instant."

"Ironic, isn't it? You're acting like you already knew I'd betray you." Hawks lifted his gloved hand to his face, swiping the sweat away from his mouth as his bushy eyebrow rose daringly. 

"Don't tell me you figured it out?"

"There was nothing to figure out. I never trusted you from the start."

"Even though I did so many dangerous things to gain your trust."

Dabi halfheartedly shrugged his shoulders, "I'm thankful for that, at least."

"Oh, yeah?"

'I'm not as strong with burnt feathers. Not only is this the worst Quirk matchup for me, but we're in a cramped space. I've hit the jackpot. In that case, my first priority is to accomplish the goal.'

 Hawks diverts his eyes onto the injured Twice lying motionlessly next to him.

 'I've weakened Bubaigawara. Avoiding his organs, I cut his bones and muscles. He won't be able to do much with that damage. When I get the chance, I need to find Y/N and--'

In a last-ditch effort, Twice materializes a clone of himself which throws the winged hero off guard as the clone latches onto the blonde while Twice seizes the opportunity to move out of the way. 

"Don't move!" 

"Dabi! Burn him!"

The blue-eyed villain smirks viciously, aiming his hand straight at the momentarily restrained Hawks, Dabi unfurls his flames onto the blonde.

Dabi's smirks morphed into a wicked grin; his gaze wide and unhinged.

"With just one of you, you could kick all the heroes to the curb! Go wild! Everyone's waiting for you!"

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Twice slaps his hand against Dabi's open palm; woozily stumbling from the blood loss he had already suffered from, towards the doorway of the room that had been left wide open.

His eyes enlarged in mild shock as the figure of Hawks springs into sight, closing in on the severely injured blonde villain with his feather sword drawn — a startled gasp alerts the blue flamed quirk user who is equally surprised to see the winged hero still alive.

'Don't tell me-- He went out with the flames and went around?! He's too fast!'

"Outta my way!" Twice bitterly bellowed, his tears of sadness that he had shed over the pro hero's betrayal had long evolved into tears of hatred and anger.

Dabi swiftly redirected his arm alit in a fiery blue blaze keeping his head hanging low.

"Keigo Takami!" 

The mention of this name causes Hawks' good eye to dilate, the genuine stupor of shock made the blonde pro hero falter; just barely eluding the flames threatening to kill him in an instant as apprehension consumed him. 

'How does he know my name my name? Who is this guy?'

Twice feebly staggers to the demolished and distorted railing. His breathing had become choppy and uneven as his eyes swept over the chaos, flitting to his friends defending themselves against the army of pro heroes as the heat from Dabi's flames ignited once more. 'I have to...protect everyone! Protect them, Twice! Protect...your friends! Don't just pay them back for accepting you by causing them trouble!'

The injured villain manifests a clone of himself which as quickly as the clone could, had run to provide assistance to Mr. Compress and Toga. His last act of service of his comrades as Hawks breaks through the fiery blaze — fatally stabbing the villain in the back.

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A warrior of the Paranormal Liberation Front, whose name Y/N couldn't care to remember, lifted her fist in the air. Her facial features tightening as her focus had zoned in on the bandaged brunette in front of her. Y/N lifts an eyebrow, allowing a complacent smirk to settle onto her face — remaining motionless with her hands resting at her sides.

The villain leaps forward, swinging her fist in the direction of Y/N's head. Y/N veers from the trajectory path of the fist aimed at her — smiling as the woman stumbles past her; it was evident to Y/N that this one wasn't the quickest on her feet.

"You need to think before you strike."

The villain spins around swiftly to rebound from the trip up Y/N had induced, but in spite of that, the brunette curls her own hand into a fist. Her knuckles bashed straight against the girl's jaw with an incredibly brutal left hook, the force of Y/N's punch threw the Liberation Front follower off balance, her face making contact with the floor as her ears rung.

 Pain sheered through her with an agonizing intensity, the tattletale sign of a bruise already smearing on her cheek. She made an effort to stand back up until the heel of Y/N's boot was pressed directly onto the center of her spinal cord.

"Do me a favor, would you darling?" Y/N's fingers laced through the villain's choppy locks, gripping tightly to yank her face off from the floor, bringing her lips close to the woman's ear.

"Stay down and don't resist, yeah? That is, of course, if you know what's good for you."

The villain peered detestably at Y/N from the corner of her eyes as she tossed her head back before Y/N ever had the chance to react — resulting in her skull smashing against Y/N's nose, "go to hell, bitch."

The brunette's hair cast a shadow over her face as she gingerly raised her bandaged hand to her nose, her fingers patting as the blood that had trickled down.

Y/N stares at the blood smeared onto her fingers, a dark chuckle reverberated from the back of her throat as a sinful smirk graced her lips. 

"I've already been; it's quite lovely this time of year. As a matter of fact, I'll let you in on a little secret; I'm hell's enforcer. Allow me to send you there myself." Y/N cackled sinisterly; encircling her arm around the woman's neck, Y/N had expertly placed the women into a rear naked choke — a sleeper hold. 

Within the span of 8.9 seconds, Y/N very clearly heard the rhythm of the woman's heartbeat slow to a steady pace as her eyes had rolled into the back of her skull.

The heel of Y/N's boot is removed from the woman's vertebrate as Y/N loosened the choke hold maneuver from around the woman's neck — her head smacking against the floor as the deadweight of her body is forced down by gravity. 

Y/N steered her head down the long corridor; swiping her tongue over her blood-stained teeth as her ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps over the deafening brawls transpiring all amongst her.

 Y/N's eyebrows pinched together, her lips pursing in concentration that was tinged with confusion as to what it could be. 'That can't be Gigantomachia... he won't move unless Shigaraki awakens—'

"I s-see...you."

The brunette hastily draws her gun she had securely tucked into the waistband on her pants, firing the weapon five times with acute presession using her dominant hand as the bioengineered humanoid creature charged at her in a full sprint. "Y-You don't think you...could kill me...w-with this...did y-you?"

Y/N recognized this Nomu as one of the more intelligent and on the resilient side, bearing a strikingly eerie resemblance of Hood; the High-End Nomu, who was proven to be rather difficult to finish off at the hands of the two top pro heroes the country has to offer. 

Though, Y/N had reason to believe that this High-End Nomu that had targeted her wasn't nearly as strong as Hood. 

"Fuck!" Y/N cussed, her upper lip curling into a frustrated snarl as the normally instant fatal bullet wounds she inflicted onto the creature regenerated within seconds; right in front of her very eyes. 

She had her suspicions that the Liberation Front possibly could've kept Nomus stashed away elsewhere in the villa. Y/N had never been able to find the room that served as a second laboratory away from the hidden lair under the hospital, but with the confirmation of the one Nomu actively chasing her down — Y/N speculated that the odds of even more Nomus that could be waiting to partake in the war to eradicate the age of pro heroes who would be teetering on fatigue; were exceptionally high. 

The brunette recalled all the information she had looked into about the Nomus, their super human prowess and their speed could cause the brunette some trouble if the situation escalates too quickly. 

Although, their super regeneration quirk as well as any unknown variants of quirks that the Nomus have, could easily be taken care of— with that knowledge in mind, Y/N swiftly turned around in the opposite direction and fled.

"Where d-do you think... you are going...?"

The Nomu immediately gave chase to Y/N who smirked faintly as she had successfully baited the bioengineered human into pursuing her. 

If this particular Nomu was built similar to the High-End that was incinerated by Endeavor, then perhaps the pro heroes could capture this one alive to extract whatever information that could be useful.

The Nomu elongates the muscles on his arm; grabbing the brunette by her shoulder harshly as she had reached a distorted section of the third-story railing just as she was about to leap from the third floor — to the floor below. 

"You...a-aren't firing...anymore?"

Y/N frowns but maintains her stance, with her right foot firmly planted on the railing Y/N resorts to performing a backflip over the Nomu's body in an effort to manipulate the elongated arm over the creature's stature to shake its grip off from her shoulder before it ripped her arm out of the socket.

Before Y/N could completely capitalize on her counter attack, the Nomu swung its arm vigorously; hurling the brunette back down the long corridor that she had just lured the creature from. "Too s-slow..."

The entire right side of Y/N's body ignited with immense searing pain as she had been pummeled directly into a stone-cold marble beam that supported the villa's structure.  

Y/N screamed; she could feel it. A good portion of her ribcage had just been fractured; she heard the sickening unmistakable snapping of bones once her body had struck the beam— clear as fucking day. 

Her head was spinning, her vision fading in and out of focus repeatedly as she lay on the cold, hard ground. She took slow, deliberate breaths; her lungs burning with every small intake of air. 

Everything hurt. Her ribs ached.

Y/N pulled herself up; propping her body against the marble support beam she was sent crashing into — her right arm protectively cradled around the injured side of her ribcage as her left hand felt around for her gun she had tucked back into place within her waistband. 

'The big bastard is isolating me from the others. I would imagine one of the weaknesses that Nomus has is the exposed brain, if I aim for that soft spot and shoot out its eyes; that should stun it with a few headshots. Finger crossed I don't end up accidentally killing it.'

The brunette hauled herself to stand upright on her feet with her gun firmly grasped in her hand, chuckling hysterically as she lifted her head; narrowing her eyes at the creature stalking towards her — like a predator would its prey.

"I hate pain, you know."

Y/N raised the barrel of her gun, her finger pressing down against the trigger relentlessly. The clang of bullet shell casings echoed throughout the corridor as the bullets themselves get lodge into the Nomu's exposed brain, as well as its eyes.

Y/N rushed forward in the direction of the creature; ignoring the extreme agony she felt with every breath that she took and the tenderness in her chest with every move she made. She felt her ability bleeding through her veins, slowly arising from her skin and out the pads of her fingertips as she just barely grazed the Nomu's forearm. 

"Ability: No Longer Human!"

A ring of bright blue light encircled her form, which expanded to engulf her entire body, that then surged all throughout the corridor. 

Y/N cocked her gun once more — this time; at point blank range. Her finger squeezes around the trigger a total of three more times as the partly healed gunshot wounds the Nomu had already sustained were torn back open. 

One bullet went through each of the Nomu's eyes, and the third shredded through the very center of the exposed brain.

With the super regeneration quirk completely being nullified from healing the devastating damage, the High- End Nomu drops to the floor; dead.

The brunette stared at the blood draining out of the gunshot wounds, lightly kicking the Nomu's limp body; half expecting some kind of reaction out of the creature. 

After a few seconds had passed, Y/N clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Oops."

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"You killed him... I can't believe you killed him..." 

A blue fiery sphere materializes in the palm of Dabi's hand that quickly expands into an uncontrollable blaze aimed in the general direction of the winged pro hero; set alight to the remaining baby feathers Hawks had left on his wings, "and you call yourself a hero. How could you?!"

The pro hero collapses to the floor, trying his hardest to fan off the flames burning his wings and his back.

"How could you...?" Dabi stomps his foot hard on the blonde's side, "I can't believe you killed Twice!"

"Is that..." Hawks croaks raspily, the blatant suffering that he was enduring was laced in his voice as he peered up through narrowed eyes at Dabi looming over him menacingly with a sinister grin glued onto his face; threating to tear at the stapples near the corner of his lips. His flames continuously burning more of the pro hero, "the face of someone whose friend was just killed?!"

"Don't say that! It's mean! My tear glands were burned, so I can't cry! If Twice were here-- With his Quirk, my dream would've had a better chance of coming true! Of course I'm sad!" 

Dabi patronized, the heat of his rapidly intensifying flames had rewarded him greatly by the sight of Hawks writhing on the floor; gaining massive satisfaction with the slow and methodical torture. "I'm really sad!"

"The League-- I looked up your personal histories. But you and Shigaraki! I couldn't find anything about the two of you!"

Hawks thinks back to when the villain had shouted his birth name; a dead name — a name that nobody was supposed to know, "who the hell...are you?!"

Hues of gold widened in shock; his ears rang as Dabi's lips moved, pronouncing a name.

"Even more than Twice, more than the League, you should have been marking me. The League, Shigaraki-- I didn't care for them from the start. The world can change because of a single obsession of just one person. There are no such things as real heroes in this world. Kill the fakes. That's right. I..."

Dabi's flames grew in size, "am the one who will carry out Stain's will!" The blue flame quirk wielder smirked murderously, "later, Hawks. I don't care...whether you live or die, either!"

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"Hawks!" Tokoyami soars through the air, screaming for his mentor as he forcibly knocked the unprepared villain away from the blonde-haired pro hero; crouching in front of his mentor protectively while Dark Shadow extinguished any remaining embers of blue flames with Tokoyami's cloak. "Fumikage, this is bad."

"Don't say it!" Tokoyami shouted, his gaze never daring to tear away from the dangerous scarred flame quirk wielder who potentially would've killed his mentor had he arrived a moment too late.

"Hawks's back...is gone!" Dark Shadow harrowingly reported the extent of the pro hero's horrific injuries, "his wings...have been burned...!"

"You're from U.A..." Dabi muttered upon the recognition of the young hero-in-training; his bright blue eyes narrowing steely at the wounded blonde, "what a loser! You even dragged out a student? Look at this, kid." Dabi thrusted his thumb behind him to where the deceased body of Twice laid in a pool of his blood.

"That guy killed him. He stabbed him in the back as he ran to save his friends." The villain spat, glaring spiteful daggers straight at the pathetic state of the number two pro hero — ironically sheltered behind a U.A. student.

"Well? What did you come here for? Did you come here to save him? What did you come to save? Those pros you admire so much play dirtier than guys like me."

"Toko...yami..." Hawks croaked weakly as a result of his vocal cords that had been savagely torched by the heat of Dabi's blue flames; his golden eyes have long been glazed over in the excruciating pain, cautiously glanced at the young hero-in-training.

"I am only concerned for my teacher." Tokoyami declared as his arms snaked around Hawks, being ever so mindful of the devastating injuries that had been dealt to his mentor.

Dabi cocked his head sideways, his crazed eyes enlarging as the staples adhering his jaw together with healthy skin — threatened to tear from the demented grin that graced his face, "think for yourself."

A fiery sphere materializes in the palm of Dabi's hand with increased ferocity as the villain propelled the inferno at the general direction of Tokoyami and Hawks; compelling the teen to roll out of the range of the flames to the best of his capabilities in the narrow passageway that was left of the ruined mountainside Villa.

"He's still talking..." Hawks wheezed nearly inaudibly to Tokoyami who protectively cradled the blonde pro hero in his arms.

"Think about it, you BBQ'ed birds. Who do you think really needs rescuing?" Dabi patronized arrogantly; blue, lethal flames licked his left side in anticipation for his next attack onto the two cornered heroes who were evidently an extremely bad match-up against the villain.

"That's a great question. Why don't you tell me, Dabi...." A voice seeped in unbridled malice snarled from behind the blue flamed quirk user — partnered by the cold feeling of metal digging into the middle of Dabi's back through his coat, "who really needs rescuing?"

Tokoyami unleashed a shaky breath; one he hasn't even processed he was holding, upon hearing the voice of the quirk-nullifying brunette as he carefully tightened his grip on Hawks, discreetly fabricating more distance between the villain and himself while waiting for an opening to arise to where he could get Hawks the medical attention he so desperately needed.

Y/N's silhouette crossed through Dabi's peripheral; meticulously keeping the barrel of her gun aimed while maneuvering herself directly in front of her student; shielding the teen who had been continuously racking his brain for an escape route in an effort to aid Hawks to safety.

Two dark pools of sapphire observed the miniscule way Y/N was favoring the right side of her torso — her movements were unmistakably stiff and rigid.

"What's the matter, teach?" Dabi snorted hauntingly; his gaze darted from the brunette's face to briefly glimpse down at Y/N's ribs before rediverting back to clash with smoldering mahogany. "Something bothering you? You seem to be on edge."

"You got jokes; unfortunately for you, I'm in no laughing manner. Especially not after you just attempted to incinerate my student with your quirk. You peg me as someone who would take a gamble if the payoff was worth it; in that case, I'm down. You want to keep pushing your luck? Fine, let's play a game of speed to determine what's faster." The brunette sneered bitterly; her words carrying an air of a challenge, "your flames or my trigger finger."

Dabi's chuckle is sinister; shrouded with wicked intent and mayhem. "Collateral damage, doll. If he can make the grown-up decision of sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong; then he also should be prepared to face the consequences of his actions if something were to go awry. Isn't that why he's hero-in-training?"

The villain retorts, casually lifting and dropping his shoulder — a devious glint shone through his cerulean gaze as his eyes flickered to Tokoyami protectively bolstering the heavily injured winged pro hero, "nothing personal, kid. It's just business." Dabi smirked and released a small huff of smokey air.

The charred cartilage of Dabi's ear instantaneously is split open; blood gradually dribbled from the surface wound down the column of his neck as gun smoke billowed out from the muzzle of Y/N's gun, "it's just as you said, nothing personal. I missed on purpose. That's the only warning I'm giving you. Be thankful I'm giving you one at all."

Y/N narrowed her eyes calculatingly at the ravenette who mischievously grinned in response, "Tokoyami, get him out of here, now."

"Yes, ma'am." The teen didn't need to be instructed any further. He reacted hastily, with the help of Dark Shadow he propelled himself through the ruins of the villa's roof — immediately soaring above the battlefield in a rush to reach the medics as quickly as possible.

Mismatched lips twisted into an angry scowl; cold cerulean irises roll with the sharp click of his tongue, "there goes that. What a huge fucking waste of my time."

Dabi exhaled with disappointment, running a scarred hand through his ivory strands, "Oh, well... I guess I'll just start early."

"Hold it." Y/N snapped, her patience wearing thin as the throbbing ache of her fractured ribs battered against her nerves. A spark of annoyance incited within her as she lowered her gun to hang loosely by her side, "I'm not done talking to you. There's something you're not telling me. Come out with it."

A momentary pause hung suspended in the air while Dabi eyed the tense brunette closely, "you need to elaborate a little bit more, sweets. Being appointed as one of the nine lieutenants for the Liberation Front makes me inclined to be trusted with a lot of secrets. I can't be bothered to remember every single little mundane detail that doesn't prove to be of any use to me."

Dabi tutted, staples on the corners of his mouth crinkling in amusement observing how Y/N's eyebrows furrowed and her jaw clenched tightly, "well, answer doll. I don't have all day. If you haven't noticed I'm a bit preoccupied with setting my plan of forcing the hero society down to its knees into action, you see."

"Dostoyevsky. Where is he?"

The villain seemed to postulate the answer briefly before clapping his hands together, "that's classified information, perhaps if you haven't interfered when I was so close in disposing of that winged bastard after he callously murdered Twice; I'd be more forthcoming with you. That was a personal matter after all."

Y/N gawked in disbelief; her eye twitched agitatedly. "Answer the question. Where. Is. Dostoyevsky?"

"Holy fuck dollface, open your ears. I already told you, that's class—"

"Where is he, Toya ?"

The villain stood in frozen shock; his initial surprise was palpable as his electric gaze locked heatedly onto the brunette who coolly stared back straight into the pools of sapphire, "...what did you just say?"

Y/N bit back a vicious condensing smirk; she was well accustomed to the fact that she had just struck a very sensitive nerve within the blue flamed quirk user.

"How do you know that name?"

As an act of defiance, she maintained a tight-lipped front. If the villain wasn't going to relay her the information she asked for, then she would merely do the same as him.

Two could easily play that game.

"Hey!" Dabi growled lowly while taking a step closer, the hellish heat of his blue flames quickly engulfed both of his hands as they shook in anger. "Fucking answer me useless bitch, how do you know that name?!"

Through his haze of hostility, the villain hurled disastrous blasts of the dangerous blue inferno that raced towards Y/N who lifted her arm; the palm of her hand instantly extinguished the lethal flames as the heat came into contact with her skin. Y/N retaliated quickly by using her long legs to her advantage, she brutally kicks the black-haired villain directly into his abdomen — the air forcibly expelling from his lungs while hers burned in agony at her unanticipated movements.

Dabi had been severely overcome by his seething outrage that he was initially unprepared for the vigorous blow to his torso; the impact of Y/N's kick rammed the villain's spine ruthlessly into a wall, eliciting a pained groan from the male.

Spiteful pools of bright azure bored directly into equally fierce mahogany, "I'm going to rip you apart with my bare hands." The villain could feel his blood thumping wildly through his veins as he lunged toward his target; his voice laced with a hint of disdain, "I don't need my quirk to kill you!"

Dabi inhaled deeply, a savage grin on his face; steam oozed menacingly from underneath the horribly torched skin as he closed in onto brunette gingerly caressing the right side of her ribs while her left arm raised to aim her gun once more at the villain.

Before either of the foes could strike, a massive pillar of ice demolishes through the wreckage of the Villa, acting as a barrier as it split apart the balcony that Dabi and Y/N occupied, throwing them both off balance — much to the villain's immense frustration and dismay by the intrusion.

"Ow...That ice bastard really let loose." Dabi grunted, wincing at the sharp pain blossoming from his back as he rose to his feet, his thoughts harked back to Y/N causally speaking that name.

His blood immediately began to boil, just where did she get the gall to call him that?

"Whatever, I'll make sure to handle her some other time. I have more important matters on my mind."

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"Is it over?" Aizawa pushed his googles off his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The pads of his fingers rubbed at the corner of his exhausted eyes as the usual drawback of having his quirk activated for an extensive period of time in order to keep the quirks of the High-End Nomu's nullified while reinforcements had finally arrived; to neutralize the bioengineered creatures that had been stashed in the underground laboratory.

"Eraser!" The black-haired pro hero peeled open his bloodshot eyes — his gaze instantly locking onto the sight of Hizashi emerging from the darkness with Garaki slumped over his shoulder as his fingers were curled around the doctor's collar, "I got him!"

An eerie silence soon befalls in the midst of the pro heroes as they take a moment to assess the situation and recollect themselves after the grueling battle that had transpired against numerous High-End Nomu's; with much greater strength in comparison to Hood — had been killed.

Time had seemed to have come to a brisk standstill; lingering for a brief moment intermixed with a tinge of dreadful feeling of impending unease — then there was a notice shift in the atmosphere.

Aizawa desperately shouted out the name of his friend who stood the closest to the immediate danger but his holler of urgency fell on deaf ears as, all of the sudden, the entire lab began to crumble at breakneck speed.

Gran Torino rushes to shove Present Mic and Garaki out of the way; instantly recognizing what was causing the nearly instantaneous disintegration of their surroundings and everything that was touched. 'This is Shigaraki's Decay. But it's spreading to the things they're touching. The only information we had about Shigaraki's improved Quirk... Is this what it meant?'

"Everyone, evacuate! Don't touch the cracks! You'll die!" He yells as he flies over the heads of the heroes who hastily turn on their heels, sprinting out of the hospital as quickly as they could.

Ryukyu's dragon form soars through the underground laboratory; clutching onto three heroes using her claws as two other heroes rode on her back, "get on!" She urged Aizawa while flapping her wings to push herself faster and higher off the ground.

The Erasure hero lassoes his capture weapon around one of Ryukyu's talons. His legs dangle mere inches off of the decaying floor, which allowed one of the High-End Nomu's to grab onto the black-haired male as the bioengineered creature itself had begun to fall victim to the awakened decay.

Its extra body weight had caused Aizawa's capture weapon to tear tremendously as the still intact upper body of the High-End Nomu dragged against the floor — refusing to release its grip onto Aizawa's leg; intent on dragging down the quirk-erasing pro in a last-ditch effort as it perished.

As the decay travels further down the Nomu's elbow, something flashes through Aizawa's vision. A shield cleanly served the beast's arm just above where the quirk had already spread at the expense of Crust; who selflessly decided to sacrifice himself to save the one pro hero who he knew was needed in order to put an end to Shigaraki's reign of terror and destruction.

Aizawa's eyes widened, crying out in horror for the hero as Crust gives the teacher a thumbs up with a smile before succumbing to the effects of decay.

The heroes desperately fled from the incoming chaos, as the decay commences to spread all throughout the hospital and into the city, obliterating all the surrounding building and traveled down the hillside — disintegrating even more buildings as well as a handful of unfortunate heroes who weren't quick enough to outrun the decay shock wave.

Gran Torino hurls himself high into the air after harrowingly having to escape the decaying hospital; still firmly grasping onto Present Mic who surveyed the magnitude of Shigaraki's destruction while keeping Garaki secured within custody as the doctor grumbled lowly to himself.

"We were completely beaten. You heroes prepared a lot for this day, right? But... But right now, a miracle--or as you might say, "Plus Ultra"-- Tomura Shigaraki has awakened! All your preparations will collapse in one stroke with his awakening! We win!"

Down in the evacuation zone of Jaku City, students of Class 1-A watch hopelessly as the destructive wave barrels towards them and the remaining civilians that have yet to be completely evacuated.

"What's happening?"

"Evacuate the civilians!" Todoroki instructs pressingly, his body pivoting to scream the order at his classmates.

"Make them all run!" Bakugo shrieked; his voice shrouded thick with the utmost severity.

"Endeavor! Hey, Endeavor!" The sidekick to the number one hero of Japan; Burnin, attempts to get into touch with the older man with the usage of their communication transmitters but her attempts fall short of receiving any response.

Midoriya's curls his fingers together into tightly balled up fists and tosses a glance over his shoulder, urging his comrades to flee as he charged towards the shock wave of mass destruction. Anything and anyone that came into contact with the cracks spreading all through the city, instantly creased from existence within a blink of an eye.

'One For All, Full Cowling...45%! St. Louis Smash... Air Force!'

"It's not stopping... This isn't just a normal shock wave!" Uraraka yelled in distress upon witnessing that not even the powerful gust of air that Midoriya had kicked up in an effort to block the destruction from proceeding any further could block the spread of the decay.

"Everything's turning to dust!"

A certain recollection of Shigaraki explaining what his quirk is and how it works back when the villain had cornered the teen at the shopping mall replays in the young student's mind; prompting Midoriya's face to contort in anger.

"Shigaraki...!"

"Heaven- Piercing Ice Wall!" Todoroki swipes his right hand upward, unleashing an icy barrier in an attempt to hold off the wave only to watch in utter disbelief as chunks the enormous ice wall chipped and crumbled off, "what?!"

"Everyone, get back!" Burnin exclaims in alarm; turning to escape for the deadly wave gaining up on them as the students of UA quickly rush to gather as many citizens as they possibly could, "what's going on in the hospital? Someone, respond! Endeavor! Ryukyu! Mirko! Crust! I don't care who, someone just answer me!"

Burnin paused for a split second, desperate to hear any sort of response — she scoffed anxiously when she was met with silence on the other side of their communication transmitter.

"Damn it, why aren't they answering?! Please, respond! Endeavor! Ryukyu! Someone! Anyone! Tell us what's going on!"

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"Respond, Endeavor! Respond, Endeavor!"

A male officer within the realms of the police force headquarters desperately demands any sort of verbal response from the number one hero as a blaring alarm sounded throughout the massive room; officers scrambled to fix their cut communications line with the pro heroes of Team Endeavor in Jaku City, to no avail.

"Respond! Respond!"

"We are still unable to reach any heroes who went into Jaku Hospital!"

One of the four lieutenants seated at a semi-circle desk overseeing the whole raid operation jumped up from his chair, slamming the palms of his hands against the hard wooded desk. "You still don't have any report of the scale of damage?"

"The effects of Decay centered around Jaku Hospital extended very wide, and the clouds of dust from the crumbling make visual inspection impossible."  The jumbotron screen that kept vigilant track of incoming reports and pinpoint coordinates of the pro heroes dispatched to Jaku Hospital glitched.

A warning siren resonated in the room as the word 'Invisible' appeared on the screen; replacing the locations for the unresponsive pro heroes.

"We still can't reach Team Endeavor." A woman officer relayed after minutes of frantically attempting to reestablish the communications between the police force and the pro heroes out on the front lines of the battlefield.

"There are numerous reports from the evacuation area of pillars of fire going up in the middle of the destroyed area. The press has also caught the pillars of fire on camera, but we don't know what's causing them."

"Pillars of fire..." A lieutenant grumbled anxiously with his hands clasped together.

"Is it... Endeavor?"

"Team Edge Shot has confirmed that Yotsubashi is in the underground assembly hall at Gunga Villa. They have not captured him yet." A different officer reported, " the villains are fighting back more than expected. They were able to split up the underground by sealing off the passages, but there is still a melee aboveground."

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Y/N pressed her back firmly against a wall, willing her breathing to slow ever so slightly to counter the uncomfortable burn she felt with every deep intake of air. The brunette was grateful for her extremely high pain tolerance; her endorphins had finally blurred the dry and sharp sensation she felt in her chest, numbing the feeling into an occasional sting.

As long as she kept her breathing somewhat under her control and was mindful of her right side — she could still fight. Broken ribs weren't enough to keep her down.

"Now, then... who's next?" Y/N mused as her eyes swept meticulously over the chaos transpiring on the main floor of the destroyed Villa; before she could come to any sort of conclusion on what her next course of action should be, a gargantuan hand demolished the cemented ground below — scattering chunks of the underground passage ways in multiple directions.

Y/N kissed the skin of her teeth as she observed the enormous body Machia emerge from the depths of the underground; where she knew for certain that the beast of a foe was definitely in a comatose state. But since he was now active, that could only mean one thing.

"Something must've gone wrong for the raid inside Jaku Hosptial. There's no other explanation for the big guy to be moving all of a sudden. Shigaraki has awakened."

The brunette surmised; leaning her body weight against the railing; her eyes distinctively making out the figures of the League being placed on the giant's back, "is he planning on taking them to Shigaraki?"

Making a snap decision, Y/N vaulted herself over the railing; successfully getting her footing onto the massive villain's jagged back undetected by any members of the League that had already been situated by Machia himself — eagerly waiting to escort the villains to reunite with Shigaraki.

Y/N lodged herself on Machia's lower back; making sure to keep herself obscured from the League but also maintaining a strong grip on the jagged formations of Machia's back to keep herself steady from falling when the beast began to move.

"Hitching a ride is my best bet to reach the battlefield the fastest." Y/N hummed, pursuing her lips as she allowed her head to lull back against her hiding place.

"Gives me the opportunity to reinforce my breathing for the time being."

The arrival of the beast catches the attention of both the villains and the pro heroes brawling near the forest clearing. Mt. Lady, who was just previously swatting Geten's icicle attacks, halts the moment she spots the gigantic villain. Machia's nose twitched; smelling the air for the scent of the newly awakened Shigaraki, "master... Master!"

Mt. Lady quickly tosses the club Cementoss had materialized for her to use as a weapon and braced herself as Machia charged at a full sprint in her direction; the ground shaking tremendously with each step the beast took.

"H-Hey, you...!" Mt. Lady strained, her hands pushing back on Machia's shoulders with all her strength, however the persistent beast's will had been proven to be more than overwhelming, as he managed to push the heroine backwards through the forest with little effort.

"Don't let him outpush you, Mt. Lady!"

"You don't have to tell me that!" She grunted, struggling to keep the beast at bay. "I won't let you go that way! Y-You sturdily strong--"

"I've been waiting for you, Master! I'll go to you now!" Machia roared; continuing to rampage through the forest towards the direction of where he smelled Shigaraki.

"You can talk?!"

The heroine's upper lip curled from the continuous strain on her body as her struggle attempting to hold back the massive villain waged on, "that's enough! Stop right now!"

"Master! I'm coming!"

"Listen to me!"

Reinforcements for Mt. Lady came in the form of Midnight wrapped around the back of Kamui Woods as he maneuvered alongside his struggling comrade through the terrain with the usage of his quirk.

"Get closer!" Midnight urged crucially.

"I know!" Kamui pivoted his head to the side; shouting out to the blonde heroine, "Lady! Hang on for just a little longer!"

Mt. Lady gnashed her teeth; her cheeks flushing red from the accumulating exertion on her body; blood beginning to trickle down her nose. "I'm trying...!"

Machia sniffed the air to determine a faster route back to Shigaraki, "the shortest distance to Master..." Machia's right hand clasped around Mt. Lady's shin; knocking the blonde heroine off-balance and flung her haphazardly out of his way — sending Mt. Lady tumbling through the landscape.

Her body twisted abnormally as she crash landed into the unforgiving ground.

"Takeyama!" Kamui screams with concern for his friend.

"Don't look away! Follow him!"

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

"It's possible that the Jaku team failed. If that guy gets down to the city, it'll be an unprecedented disaster! We won't be able to stop him with strength!" Midnight bit on the sleeve of her hero costume; tearing the fabric to expose her skin, "bring me to his face!"

"Roger!" Kamui began to draw in closer towards the beast as instructed, but as he did so; something or rather, someone perched on Machia's back caused his eyes to grow wide with panic. "Wha--?!"

A blue inferno immersed the two pro heroes; singeing Kamui's quirk; which separated the hold he had on Midnight as he collapsed straight down to the ground.

"See? They didn't realize we were here." Dabi gloated smugly with a devious lopsided smirk.

"Here!"

Mr. Compressed hurled three of his marbles that contained broken remnants of the Villa towards Midnight that acted as a weighted barrier to prevent her from trailing after them any further than she already had.

"Don't underestimate the heroes!" Mr. Compress advised as he and Dabi watched Midnight's body fall.

At the same time

Jaku City

"That bastard's still alive...!" Bakugo rasped, his shoulders slumped and arms hanging loosely at his sides as he glared at Shigaraki hunched over in a heap on the ground — reeling from the most recent assault dealt to him by the combined power of Bakugo, Midoriya, and Endeavor

"It's over. Tomura Shigaraki. No matter how powerful you get, we will not yield to destruction without conviction." Endeavor declared while staring down the overpowered white-haired villain.

"You people...heroes... In order to save strangers they don't even know, heroes will hurt their families. That's what my father said." Shigaraki muttered; his voice croaky under the pain dealt to his body as he weakly shifted his head to make eye contact with Endeavor; through his hair curtaining over his face. "I have conviction! I had it!"

Scars and cracks protruded along Shigaraki's back, which traveled down his sides and arms that extended across his torso and lower abdomen.

Rock Lock scans his surroundings, searching for any cover they could use for shelter as he and Manual acted as support for Aizawa who kept his eyes trained securely onto Shigaraki. "Let's go find shelter! Manual, make sure the water stays steady!"

The Decay villain unevenly swayed back up to his feet, "you people... You pretend to protect society... "

"He stood up!" Rock Lock proclaimed in disbelief; stunned that the white-haired male still had enough strength and energy to muster any movement after the relentless attacks that was unleashed onto him.

"Hurry, the finishing blow..." Aizawa admonished while maintaining his role in this battle by fending off the natural urge to blink his eyes.

"In the past... over many generations... You pretended you couldn't see those you couldn't protect... and covered up those you hurt... Building yourselves up in that despicable way... In the end, the insides rotted, crawling with maggots... It was little things happening over and over-- There was the trash that got used to being protected, and those who created that trash in order to profit by protecting them. Everything that I've ever seen-- everything you all built rejected me. That's why I'll reject you, too. That's why I destroy. That's why I become stronger."

Shigaraki's lips split into a demented grin, "it's simple, isn't it? You don't have to understand. It's because you don't understand that we have heroes and villains."

Endeavor retaliates from the Decay villain's monologue by hitting Shigaraki with a notably weak fire blast, " thanks for the short break! You're at death's door, aren't you? Prepare yourself!"

Despite the damage that he had already sustained, Shigaraki reacts swiftly and evades the full brunt of the attack with a gleeful smile on his face. 'How...can you still move?!'

Gran Torino slams the villain face first back into the ground, his palm pushing the back of Shigaraki's skull. 'Todoroki's firepower had decreased. It must've been the backlash from using too many big moves.'

'This guy's wounded all over, too.'

Shigaraki manages to catch Gran Tornio by surprise when his arm whips around and grips at the hero's ankle. The older man swallows the momentary panic; remembering that the villain couldn't use his Decay quirk.

However, the small burst of self-reassurance was short lived and had been replaced with a pain-filled bellow as Shigaraki utilizes his strength to crush Gran Tornio's leg; socking the pro hero ruthlessly onto the ground.

Just to finish off the assault with a brutal punch through Gran Tornio's chest.

Midoriya wails out in anger, attempting to capture Shigaraki with Blackwhip; but is unable to as Shigaraki speeds past the teen —smirking hauntingly as the villain rushes towards Aizawa with a quirk-erasing bullet concealed within an enclosed fist.

Using her dragon form to her advantage, Ryukyu slows the villain using her dragon claw as a barricade to intercept the white-haired male in an attempt to prevent the distance between Aizawa and Shigaraki from shrinking any further than it already had.

Not one to be deterred, Shigaraki punches a hole into Ryukyu's dragon claw with enough force that his punch draws blood. At this point, Midoriya had caught up with the villain; his right hand firmly clasping Shigaraki's neck in a chokehold as Blackwhip assisted with restraining the man.

"Shigaraki! You're the only one I won't forgive!" Midoriya screeched; angry tears welled up near the teen's waterline as the young hero in training glared ferociously at the villain.

"I won't forgive anyone." Shigaraki mercilessly rammed his elbow directly into the teen's stomach; earning a pained grunt in response as well as the blood that dribbled down the corner of his mouth.

"Bind him, Blackwhip!"

"Hang in there, Deku!" Endeavor shouted while propelling himself as fast as he could towards Midoriya and Ryukyu holding off Shigaraki to the best of their ability as he charged up his next attack.

'Muster your strength for one more shot! If Ican just get one more shot in--'

Shigaraki wiggled his hand through the bloody gaping hole he had punched through Ryukyu's dragon's scales, the quirk-erasing bullet balanced in between his middle and ring finger. 'Muster your strength... These guys don't know that I have this yet.'

"A deleter round!" Ryukyu shouted the warning, as she was the first to recognize the all too familiar bullet that Shigaraki held.

'Deleter round?! That's the thing that stole Togata's Quirk!' Midoriya's eyes grew frantic; determined more than ever to prevent the villain from using the bullet.

'Don't let him fire it! Don't let him fire it!'

Midoriya lifted his left arm high above his head, channeling a great amount of his power into his fist. 'One For All 100%! Wyoming Smash!'

The teen fully intended on potentially breaking Shigaraki's arm to thwart the villain's plan of using the bullet against one of them — although, what he didn't anticipate was Shigaraki biting his forearm to hinder the attack.

'Oh... Right now, I could... Right now, I feel like Ican stand up to any difficulties. As long as I have my dreams... and my origin in my heart.'

Midoriya's facial expression shifted from rage to absolute horror; watching helplessly as Shigaraki flicked the bullet in the trajectory of what he feared — the bullet lodging itself into the calf muscle of Aizawa's right leg.

"Mr. Aizawa!"

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'Man, you really are cool, Eraser.' Shigaraki lauded the teacher's sharply tuned awareness skills, watching apathetically with his teeth firmly embedded in the flesh of Midoriya's arm — as Aizawa cleanly served a section of his lower right leg.

His knife shredded through muscle, tissue, and bone all in a last-ditch effort to immobilize the spread of quirk-cancelling drug. To which Aizawa was able to do so with zero hesitation from the warning in advance as he visualized Eri's smiling face in his mind — the pain he had felt was evident in his glowing red eyes that quivered with agony; which wasn't overlooked by the white-haired villain.

'But even so, for an instant, you were distracted.'

Seizing the opportunity to capitalize on the fact that the pro heroes had temporarily had let their guard down just for that split second; Shigaraki unleashes a shockwave that disorientates Ryukyu and Midoriya — shaking free out of their grasp, Shigaraki lobbed himself with tremendous speed towards the wounded Erasure Hero. "This damn game is finally about to end!"

Aizawa hastily shoves Rock Lock and Manual posthaste out of harm's way, locking his gaze steadily onto the white-haired villain as Shigaraki dug his nails into Aizawa's face — viciously raking his fingers down with malicious intentions of clawing out the pro hero's eyes. As with the Erasure hero taken out, there would be very little anybody could do to stop him from using Decay to embark on yet a secondary murderous spree of mayhem.

Before any further damage that could be dealt to the face of ivory-haired teacher, his assailant is forcibly projected by an icy ridge manifested by the arrival of Todoroki who shouts the name of his teacher. His overwhelming concern he felt for the older male was deeply evident in his facial expression and in his cry of alarm as Aizawa slumped into the arms of Rock Lock and Manual.

Midoriya proceeds to land a brutal punch — using Blackwhip to reinforce his arm, to Shigaraki's gut as the villain's restored Decaying quirk had chipped away at the icy glacier that had speared him away from Aizawa. Furious tears accumulated at the corner of Midoriya's eyes as he too also cried out the name of his teacher with an equal sense of gut-wrenching worry and concern as blood continuously trickled down Aizwa's face.

Biting down on his tongue hard as he noticed that both of Aizawa's eyes had closed as Blackwhip was utilized to carry Aizawa, Manual, and Rock Lock to a safer distance as dust and ice shards had littered the section of the battlefield — with Shigaraki standing in the middle of it all.

"What lies ahead after you protect him? Even if you fight desperately to delay the inevitable, all that's waiting for you is ruin."

A small breeze ran through the battlefield; brushing the villain's shaggy white hair out of his face as his lips were tugged into a smug subtle smirk; staring haughtily at the green-haired teen crouching protectively near his teacher who had been lowered gingerly onto the ground as Manual takes swift action to administer first aid to Aizawa's wounds.

"Lift his leg up! Let's use his binding cloth to stop the blood--" Manual tugs at the material of Aizawa's capture weapon. 

"They're so tangled! Where's the end of this?!"

Rock Lock grits his teeth as his hands cradled the back of Aizawa's skull. The pro hero cuts his eyes upwards in the direction of the young hero-in-training.

"Deku..."

Rock Lock's words die on his tongue momentarily as the wind is knocked out of his lungs by the expression of absolute rage that had been plastered onto the teenager's face as he glared back at the villain.

"Run!"

"No way."  Midoriya snarled; his breathing growing heavier as angry tears streamed his cheeks.

The dust around Shigaraki begins to settle as the villain's smug smirk had morphed into a devilish grin. "Now..." He bends over with his open palmed hands stretching to touch the ground of the battlefield. "Die."

Shigaraki's objective of killing off the heroes is brought to a screeching halt as a portion of his chest and upper right bicep is ripped open; exposing the muscle underneath as an array of blood is spouted, which Midoriya takes immediate notice of.

Shigaraki's body staggers back slightly, the villain hung his head low as he attempted to make sense of what had just happened to his body. 'I get what happened earlier... I couldn't use my Quirks, so there was a burden on my body as I moved it past my physical limits. But just now... my Quirk, Super Recovery, is working. Right now, my body should have no limits...'

Shigaraki suddenly raises his head in a state of confusion. "Wait, what's today's date?"

Midoriya comes to a realization that Shigaraki's body is too weak to maintain the full potential of his newly awakened quirks, as four months had not passed — contradicting Shigaraki's original thoughts about his body being fully capable of handling the power of All for One.

Giving up on relying for Super Recovery, Shigaraki kisses the skin of his teeth dismissively as he moves to slam his right hand onto the ground. "It's over once I touch this!"

Midoriya reacts quicker than the villain as he jumps into the air; lifting Shigaraki, as well as everyone else, off the ground — floating suspended high above the battlefield with the help of Blackwhip. "I'll stop you here... with everything I have!"

Taking note of how his control over Blackwhip was showing signs of becoming more erratic; Midoriya made the split-second decision of lowering his comrades back onto the ground as he alone battled Shigaraki.

"Please take care of Gran Torino and the others!"

Endeavor glanced at his son who held Gran Torino in his arms. "Shoto, treat the injured!"

"Right."

The older Todoroki redirected his eyes towards the sky where he watched Midoriya's Blackwhip swirled tightly around his busted up left arm for more stability.

"This is pathetic. The one who should be there right now is me, the number one hero!"

"Wait, Deku! You're the one who needs to get the furthest away from that guy! Erasure's not working anymore!" A great feeling of dread made Bakugo's stomach churn with nervousness as his apprehensive gaze was firmly locked onto his childhood friend. "Dazai-sensei is not around either!"

"Then, who else is there who can stop Shigaraki in the sky?!"

"If you like the sky so much, then I'll send you to heaven after I steal One for All! Along with those old guys down there!" Shigaraki gloated with promise, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his grin simply broadened.

"Don't hurt the others..." Midoriya spat as he drew Shigaraki in closer, "anymore than you have already!"

Anxiously watching the fight from the ground, Bakugo harks back to a memory on a certain day of training several months ago, about a talk he had with All Might discussing concerns that the teacher and student both shared for Midoriya. He tsked under his breath, fearful for the green-haired teen fighting Shigaraki all by himself in the air.

"Isn't he too amazing?" Manual pondered in awe as Moidoriya had begun to pummel away at Shigaraki with various punches relentlessly.

"It's no good. At this rate, he'll lose." Bakugo announced uneasily.

"Huh?!"

"He's using his legs and Air Force to stop the recoil and controlling multiple Quirks at once. Deku's using everything he's ever learned right now to stop Shigaraki in the air. Since he didn't defeat him with his first attack, they're just chipping away at each other now to see who'll last longer."

Bakugo balls his hand into a tightly clenched fist, "In that state, he won't be able to outlast someone with regeneration. In a few minutes, his power will be stolen from him, and he'll be dust."

The blonde teen sharply turned his body to address his comrade tending to Gran Torino. "Todoroki, you done with the first aid?"

"Yeah, what--"

"Shut up and grab hold of me!" Bakugo quickly craned his neck towards the red-haired pro hero, briefly glancing from father to son as he announced his game plan.

"Endeavor, I'll use my heat to get us in the air! Todoroki, you keep cooling Endeavor for as long as possible!"

"You want me to use my max firepower and finish him off in one shot?" Endeavor questioned while extinguishing his fire beard; narrowing his eyes. "You got it."

"They're just kids..." Rock Lock muttered; staring at the students in distress.

"Take care of Mr. Aizawa and the others!" Todoroki instructed the pro hero while placing his right hand on his father's back.

'Too late for that kind of thinking. I recognized Deku as a hero a long time ago.' Rock Lock's gaze hardened as his grip on Aizawa grew tighter. "Right, leave them to me!"

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"Send out requests to prefectural police to ask for their help with firefighting. Put all our strength into rescuing victims of the giant villain." An overseeing lieutenant shouted the order over the emergency alarm resounding throughout the entirety of the police force headquarters.

"It appears Garaki really has been arrested!"

"That can wait until later! Our first priority right now is gathering information about the giant villain's location and predicted path! Keep sharing the information with the teams in each location!"

"The giant villain who passed through Sairo City has entered Nabato City! He's going at 100km/h and is heading straight for Jaku City." An officer reported urgently as a red bleeping arrow kept steady track of Machia's momentum.

"100km/h..."

"Time to predicted destination, former site of the Jaku Hospital, is now less than ten minutes!

...

"I got a visual on Tomura Shigaraki with a camera. He's fighting Endeavor!" Skeptic announced to the League about what he had been observing from his laptop.

"Endeavor? That's good. Get ready." Dabi hummed as he stood within the heightened ridges of Machia's back.

"To do what?"

The blue-flamed quirk wielder flashed the latter a cheshire smile as his eyes gleamed with sadistic ill-intentions. "To destroy this fake hero society."

Mr. Compress sidestepped to glance over his shoulder where Toga stood behind him; looking off the edge of Machia. "Toga, you okay with this?"

"Huh?"

"You were looking for them earlier, weren't you? Those U.A. students you like. They're heroes, too, so are you okay with this?"

"What line do you have to cross to become a hero? If a person who saves others is a hero, then was Jin not a person? If heroes killed Jin, then would they kill me, too? I wanted to ask them... Izuku, and Ochaco. That's why... depending on what their answer is, I'll be okay."

"The heroes are getting closer." Skeptic reports on what he could witness through the three cameras he had stationed; becoming increasingly concerned about the heroes' fast approach on Machia.

"Satellite? Is that where the video is coming from?" Mr. Compress inquiries about the live feed footage displayed through three cameras at various locations of the city. "That's convenient."

"You should be embarrassed that you think this level is convenient."

Skeptic snarled, shooting the masked villain a look of disgust through his long black curtain bangs. "It's not as many as the mountain villa, but there are a lot of them. We're only able to be here like this right now because of hindsight. We still need to be careful of how they'll move."

"Stop! Zoom in there, Longhair!"

"Is that how you ask someone for something?" The computer savvy villain sarcastically grumbled with disdain as he pulled up a fourth live feed camera stream and zoomed in onto a still photo of Uraraka and Tsuyu rushing to save the citizens in Machia's path.

"Those two... Speak of the devil. Toga!" Mr. Compress shouted for the blonde teenager as she stole a glance of the photo before repeatedly smacking Mr. Compress.

"Mister! Let me borrow some equipment!"

"Huh? Wait a minute! Don't come at me so suddenly! You're making this old man blush!"

Toga grabbed the masked villain's shirt; shaking him back and forth. "Hurry, hurry!"

"O-Okay, okay already!"

"Later." Toga dismisses herself from the League after the blonde finished dressing in her gear to meet up with the heroes she wanted to get answers from.

"You can't just get off! It's dangerous!"

Toga stopped in place; throwing a glance over her shoulder to Mr. Compress. "It feels gross to have my feelings all pent up like this. So I have to go ask now."

"You don't have to do it now. Dabi, you say something, too. And stop grinning."

"I don't care." Dabi remarked with indifference to whatever Toga's final decision would be as he whipped his head back around to shoot Skeptic a heated glare. "Hey, don't look at unnecessary stuff. Hurry up and get started, or I'll burn you up."

Skeptic averted his focus back onto his laptop, his fingers clacking against the keyboard as he complained distastefully about the League. "You bastards are so...!"

"Toga!" Spinner called out to the blonde teenager, "we're just a bunch of misfits who happened to find each other, but you're not the only one frustrated about Twice being killed. This was the only place where he felt like he belonged, and the boss probably also wants us to gather together. We're experts at doing whatever the hell we want. But... Make sure you come back."

A reassuring smile stretched across the younger villain's face, "later."

...

The wind whips Y/N's hair around erratically; her gaze securely entranced by the absolute carnage of what used to be Jaku City.

A city that earlier that exact same morning, was bustling with citizens living their average day-to-day lives and going about their usual routine.

Structures that had previously been houses to the citizens of Jaku City, various shops and restaurants were all reduced to rubble after Shigaraki's awakening.

The now apocalyptic scene only became more chaotic as the giant villain that Y/N had been hitching a ride on bulldozed through an office building.

The beast roaring out to Shigaraki as debris from the building that Machia had just demolished, began to rain down within the immediate vicinity; scattering alongside the ruins of Jaku City

"Master...!"

Coming to the swift conclusion of how dire the situation had turned, with the arrival of the giant villain quickly shortening the distance to the battlefield through the ruins of Jaku City; Todoroki and Nejire promptly attack a severely wounded Shigaraki.

Knowing that the heroes didn't stand a chance at fighting both Shigaraki and Machia at the same time, the two teens unleash their ultimate moves simultaneously. Their combined attack acted as a fiery vortex, burning Shigaraki's already injured body as the villain wailed in horrendous pain.

"Run...!" Endeavor screeched the warning to the two young heroes; his eyes wide in fright at Machia savagely swats his elongated jagged stoney claws at the students, hurling Todoroki off balance; his body tumbling roughly down the battlefield as Nejire is forced back but is able to keep herself upright in the air as she steadied herself with her quirk.

In the far end of the battlefield, Rock Lock and Manual had finally managed to unwind Aizawa's capture weapon from his neck and used it as a makeshift tourniquet that had gradually slowed down some of the bleeding coming from Aizawa's right leg.

Rock Lock wipes beads of sweat off his face, his eyes flickering to the battlefield periodically — his teeth clenching with frustration as Machia had swatted away Todoroki and Nejire as if they were nothing but pests.

"What happened?"

The pro hero was too engrossed about what was transpiring in front of him, so much so that his mind had failed to register Y/N's approach onto the two pro heroes tending to Aizawa. That was until the brunette knelt next to Rock Lock, her eyes scanned over her partner's blood-caked face.

"Answer me. What happened?"

Rock Lock's eyes widened; slightly startled by her sudden appearance and confused as to why she had left Team Edge Shot but instead of questioning the brunette's actions, the pro hero sighed heavily as he glanced down at the unconscious black-haired teacher.

"He was hit in his calf by one of those damn Quirk erasing bullets. Shigaraki had them. To stop the spread of the bullet's effects, Eraser hacked off his own leg and was clawed in the face by Shigaraki as well."

"How stable is he?"

"Stable as he can be, he lost a concerning amount of blood. He will most definitely need a blood transfusion."

"Has the bleeding from his leg stopped?"

"For now."

Y/N pursed her lips into a tight line as her eyebrows pinched together; unraveling a section of clean bandages and a small packet of gauze she had kept in her coat pocket; she began to carefully clean and dress Aizawa's facial wounds.

"Oh, there you are! From up here, everyone looks tiny." Dabi steps into view on Machia's back, shaking a container filled with something in his hand. A devious smile on his face as he lifts his hand over his head in glee as he stares down at the bodies beneath him on the battlefield, where he happens to catch sight of the dual-haired toned teenager standing next to his father.

"Oh? Shoto's there too? This is great."

Dabi's bright turquoise eyes also spots Y/N's cold gaze as the brunette had lifted her head to face him, the villain's smile tugged at the corner of his mouth so ferociously that little trickles of blood trailed down to his neck as the staples caused little rips into the dead skin of Dabi's face from how board his grin had grown.

"Dabi...!" Endeavor rasped with blood all over his face, taking small shallow breaths to soothe the burn he felt as a result from one of his lungs being crushed.

"That's mean." Dabi raised the container he had previously been shaking over his head; letting the contents of it spill onto his inky black hair that gave way to the liquid that had been poured all over his scalp; revealing snowy locks underneath.

"Don't call me that."

Dabi discarded the container, the most euphoric feeling welling up inside of him as he glared at two members of the Todoroki family as the liquid dripped down his chin.

"I've got this splendid name already-- Toya."

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Aizawa's blood had stained the hands of the three consistently hovering around his unconscious body as Rock Lock paused the ministrations he was providing to the Erasure Hero; to also divert his unyielding attention with blown pupils from the earth-shattering revelation made by the blue-flamed quirk wielder — who was undeniably relishing in the unadulterated stupefied expressions glued to the faces of Endeavor and his youngest son.

"Toya died." Endeavor rasped flatly. His heart had dropped to his stomach; his head was spinning and his ears rang. The palms of his hands suddenly felt clammy as his eyes gawked horrifying at the villain proclaiming to be his eldest son who had supposedly met his untimely demise many years prior.

Endeavor didn't want to believe what Dabi was spouting, but the more the villain divulged exclusive details about Endeavor's obsessiveness for wanting to create the perfect offspring with the combined power of ice and fire to surpass All Might; a deep sense of guilt and mind-numbing dread consumed the number one pro hero. Nobody else knew such intimate details about the Todoroki family's dark past.

He was going to be sick.

What a cruel joke.

"That's an inexcusable lie."

"I'm alive. It's the undeniable truth. How could you not realize that I was your son?" Dabi mocked venomously, flashing his canine teeth in the form of a vicious sneer as a demented sense of pleasure; at the expense of the number one pro hero, sadistically danced through the villain's heated electric gaze.

"Did it not even cross your mind since flame-type Quirks are a dime a dozen? If you still doubt me, I'll give you blood or skin if you want. You can do a paternity test." Dabi chuckled as he peered down at the pathetic state of shock his father had fallen victim to through half-lidded eyes.

"Well, I already did one and made it public, though."

Y/N's ears picked up the sound of Rock Lock's breathing catching in the back of his throat, the brunette pivoted her head faintly to steal a glimpse of the man.

"There's no way he's actually telling the truth... right...? I mean, why should we believe the credibility of someone from the League."

Rock Lock laughed awkwardly; to him — the seemingly wild accusations from the villain could solely be a sick midgame tactic to meticulously tear apart Endeavor's psyche while he was already heavily battle-worn, exhausted, and wounded.

"Penny for your thought about this, Y/N."

Rock Lock's nervous chuckle quickly died down as the woman in question sighed deeply, her teeth nibbling on the inside of her bottom lip. "Unfortunately, he isn't lying."

"Huh?!" The pro hero exclaimed bewildered, now staring wildly at the brunette like she had been speaking a foreign language — because there was simply just no way any of what Dabi was announcing was actually factual.

"Elaborate."

"In the weeks leading up to the war, I've done my own deep inquiry of some public records from both police stations and hospitals to get a better understanding of Shoto and his family's past history. It wasn't easy but eventually I was able to dig up something that intrigued me — an old report. Toya Todoroki, at the time had apparently died in a wildfire on Sekoto Peak. His flames went haywire and completely burned the mountain, according to what I researched they never located Toya's remains; only a small fragment of his lower jaw bone. The remaining sparse details can be taken with a grain of salt; while it is completely plausible that the rest of his remains were burned so badly that what was left of his body had been incinerated and the wind carried away his ashes."

Y/N briefly glances upwards to Dabi, her gaze locking firmly on the villain's facial scars as Dabi cupped his hands around his ears with his lips pulled into a diabolical grin. "It's also not too far out of the realm of possibility that someone saved him and brought him somewhere where he could heal. Then there's the fact that Toya would've definitely suffered greatly from the fire to the extent that his appearance is affected, which lines up with Dabi's scars. Let's not forget what Dabi just mentioned, fire-type Quirks are a dime a dozen."

Y/N lifted her hand and gestured towards the shellshocked number one pro hero and his youngest son. "You should know better than I about this, but as far as I'm aware Shoto and Endeavor are the only two that I know for certain have fire-type quirks. Can you say the same?"

Rock Lock frustratingly kissed the skin of his teeth, he hated how much sense Dabi's claims were almost as much as he hated how his brain attempted but failed in the task of trying to find loopholes in Y/N's explanation.

That's the worst penny he ever spent.

"Damn it!"

"Thanks for being alive and well until today." Dabi propelled himself off from Machia's back, freefalling in the air towards his own father with deadly intent.

"Endeavor!"

Todoroki swiftly ignited the left side of his body while shouting urgently to his father who was still trapped in a numb daze; watching mindlessly as his oldest son continued to descend at a rapid speed.

"Dad! He's coming! Dad! Protect Midoriya and Bakugo! Hado and I will fight! Please, move! Protect them!"

When Endeavor doesn't immediately respond, the distressed teen peeks over at his father with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Hey! Do that later!"

Dabi clasped his hands together; his bright blue flames increasing in strength and engulfing his entire body with every passing second. "Flashfire Fist...Prominence..."

The faster Dabi fell towards his father, the more feral his grin became — the gleam in his eyes could only be described as ruthlessly bloodthirsty as he plummeted within closer proximity of his target. However, his efforts would be quickly thwarted before he could reach his father much to the momentarily relief to the youngest Todoroki as carbon fibers; originating from the sky — securely bound Dabi in midair.

Puzzled by the sudden predicament the villain found himself in, Dabi craned his neck to shoot a glare over his shoulder towards whatever it was that had halted him from fully reaching Endeavor.

"Sorry for the delay! Best Jeanist is on the job again starting today!"

Using the many carbon fiber wires Best Jeanist brought with him, the pro hero hastily restrains the remaining members of the League; including Machia, causing the beast to topple over face first onto the ground. "I apologize! It took longer than expected to arrive."

"Bastard...! You're supposed to be dead." Dabi growled; glaring daggers at the pro hero standing on a nearby carbon fiber wire as he harked back to a month ago when he had instructed Hawks to provide proof that Best Jeanist was indeed deceased. "It was a real corpse! Why are you alive?!"

"If you're greedy, you'll come apart at the seams-- Like cheap denim!"

Dabi face contorted into an angry grimace; clacking his teeth together painfully, the villain ignited his lethal blue flames. "Just because you're alive, doesn't mean my past will disappear. Right? Shoto!" The villain directed his gaze upward in the sky, a mocking smirk stretching on his lips at the sight of his younger brother soaring above him with his own fire power clashing against Dabi's.

From behind the downed beast, Nejire appears — attempting to strike Shigaraki with her ultimate move just as Spinner bit down on his leader's head in an effort to rouse Shigaraki from unconsciousness so he could give Machia an order. Unfortunately for the teen, she is blindsided by a fiery blaze as Dabi had torched Nejire in his flames; causing her to release a bloodcurdling scream while Dabi laughs psychotically as Todoroki shouts in concern for his upperclassman.

"Oh, no, Endeavor! You did it again! You burned someone again! A young person with a bright future, burned again by your flames!"

Best Jeanist tried to restrain Dabi once more as the villain's flames had burned away the carbon fiber wires, but the blue inferno simply disintegrated the wires before they could successfully bound Dabi. Best Jeanist coughs out a little bit of blood that pooled inside his mouth from overexertion by keeping such a large enemy pinned to the ground; as well as maintaining to keep the rest of the League subdued.

"Destroy it..." Unbeknownst to Best Jeanist, Shigaraki slips back into a semi-state of consciousness, his unfocused eyes fluttering open and glances towards the beast. "Machia..."

Y/N clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in frustration as she observes Machia gain a sudden burst of power — the giant villain roars as he lifts his upper body from the ground; resulting in many of the wires that were used to keep him pinned to snap like twigs. Best Jeanist coughs up even more blood as he struggles to keep Machia down while utilizing his quirk to bind around the beast more securely to the best of his ability.

Rock Lock spots four flying specs incoming fast and approaching from behind Best Jeanist. Once it clicks in his mind what it was that he was looking at, Rock Lock unintentionally elbows Y/N directly into her fractured ribs — the brunette bites down on her tongue to suppress the urge to yelp in pain.  "We've got company."

"I'm not surprised, it was only going to be a matter of time." Y/N grumbled as she rose to her feet, her gaze flickering sternly from Manual to Rock Lock. "I'll stick around and help in whatever way I can. Bring Eraser to seek medical attention."

Without so much as sparing a second glance, Y/N rushes onto the battlefield. A smirk quickly etches its way onto her lips at the arrival of Mirio who delivers a solid left hook to all four of the Nomus that were poised to strike Best Jeanist. Y/N bypasses Midoriya who exclaimed Mirio's hero name out of relief and charges for the first Nomu she sets her sights on.

This Nomu was unarguably much larger than the Nomu she had faced back at the mountainside villa; another striking characteristic was this Nomu had more of a feminine appearance compared to the other three.

The female Nomu takes notice of the brunette and breaks away from the group it had appeared with to attack first, aiming to gain the upper hand over Y/N.

Y/N feigns a haymaker punch to the left side of the Nomu's brain.

The female Nomu deflects and responds with a sharp kick aimed at Y/N's right flank.

It might be her imagination but the Nomu seems to be paying particular attention to Y/N's right side. Determined to minimize any further damage to her ribs, Y/N spins to avoid the kick and aims a lead uppercut to the Nomu's chin, but the bioengineered former human quickly dodges and latches on Y/N's wrist, using the leverage to sweep the woman's legs out from under her.

Y/N falls harshly on her back, grunting when the female Nomu drives a knee into her sternum and socks Y/N brutally in the face.

Y/N manages to reach up and clawed her fingernails directly into the Nomu's eyeballs. The Nomu lets out a primal bellow and twists away from Y/N who glares at the former human as she stands, lip pulled into a sneer and tasting blood. She wipes her chin and her fingers come away red.

Y/N grins darkly as she runs her tongue over her teeth. The punch to her face had split her lip and given her a bloody nose.

The bioengineered former human lunges back for Y/N. She blocks the Nomu's strike and dodges the next. For a creature as large as it was, the Nomu was extremely light on its feet. The creature is fast and its hits are intended to hurt.

Y/N knew she needed to create an opening for herself. Her stamina wasn't currently up to par with a creature of destruction who seemingly had unrelenting endurance. The dull ache in her chest had gradually became more intense with every movement she made was a reminder of that simple fact.

They exchange blows almost equally until Y/N moves in for a right cross punch, but the Nomu ducks in time to knee Y/N squarely in her fractured ribs and drive its elbow down her back. Y/N falls to one knee, coughing, wheezing and struggling to catch her breath.

The Nomu reaches forward and grabs a fistful of Y/N's dark brown locks. It's at the moment that the Nomu yanks her head is when Y/N strikes.

Her hand had slipped into her combat boot as she fell to one knee when she stealthily curled her fingers around a handle and unsheathed one of Chuuya's prized possession Bowie knife. It was apart of a twin set that he had received as a gift many years ago back in her Port Mafia days.

She had swiped one of the daggers from Chuuya the very same morning that he had suggested the trip to the aquarium.

That had been over a month ago, so it was a mystery to Y/N as to why her ex-partner hasn't bothered to shown up at all to retrieve what belonged to him.

With the sharp end of the blade facing away from her, Y/N flicks her wrist effortlessly upward — slashing deeply into the Nomu's face, exposing the tissue and muscle lying underneath. Blood streams out of the gaping wound, the Nomu releases its hold on Y/N's hair in exchange to cradle its grotesquely mangled face as its super regeneration quirk began to restore the torn muscles and severed tissue.

Finally seizing the opening she's been looking for, Y/N twirls the dagger in between her fingers with elegance and expertise as she rose back up to her feet and  placed her other hand firmly on the Nomu's shoulder.

Like poetry in motion, the sharpened tip of the dagger embedded into the flesh on the Nomu's neck and with proficiency Y/N slits the creature's throat; driving the blade in so deep to ensure that the major arteries in the Nomu's neck was severed beyond repair.

Blood sprays from the deep slash wound as the Nomu staggered back slightly before collapsing onto the ground, staining the dirt below a dark red.

Y/N inhales through her nose slowly, only wincing when the burn from the pain in her shattered ribs had gotten too much to bear.

The woman fixes her gaze onto the remaining three Nomus still alive battling the heroes furiously.

"One down, three more to go." Y/N groans, "just kill me now."

A deafening bang makes the air explode followed by a high-pitched ringing in the brunette's ears. An excruciating pain blooms from within Y/N's abdomen as the brunette takes a shaky step backwards and looks down to see a dark red spot growing in size through her clothes. She coughs and soon enough, a metallic tang floods her tongue and drips down the corners of her mouth.

"Oh! That was my bad."

Y/N's eyes unsteadily traced to the owner of the voice as he stood high on top of Machia's head; amidst all the chaos on the battlefield, he blended in perfectly.

The brunette took a second to note the man's psychical appearance; short white layered hair framed his face; shadowing over his right eye from what Y/N could faintly make out appeared to also be covered by a card-styled eyepatch. His attire stuck out to the brunette as pain racked through her body.  If this man hadn't just shot her, Y/N would have mistaken him for an ordinary circus ringmaster based off of how the man was dressed.

The white-haired man smiles lazily at Y/N while she stares down the barrel of a revolver the man held in his hands through a wormhole just out of Y/N's reach.

"The bullet was supposed to penetrate your heart. But not to worry! This time, I don't plan on missing."

His gloved finger curls over the trigger and with the blink of an eye, a bullet rips through Y/N's chest and she collapses; her head is ringing, and it's hard to focus on breathing. Her lungs are quickly filling with liquid, making her cough and choke wildly.

As her vision blurred and faded to black, she could hear the man's condescending question directed solely for her with a mocking laugh.

"Pop quiz time! Do you know who I am?"

Chapter Text

The Counter-Quirk Maximum Security Special Prison, as known as Tartarus-- A detention facility built in the open sea about 5 kilometers away from the mainland. For convince, it's called a prison, but in reality, it's a facility to securely confine and monitor those who severely threatened or have severely threatened the safety of the public. People with many different kinds of Quirks are held here.

The cells are split into six groups based on the level of danger posed by the Quirks and the severity of the crime. The more dangerous the person, the deeper underground they're held. It's rumored that once you go in, you won't come back out alive, and it's also called the dark side of Quirk society.

Yet, someone here locked away in one of the deepest underground cells wouldn't necessarily fall under the same category as the countless other inmates. For as this man didn't possess a quirk — but an ability, though still a major threat to the safety of the citizens; sharing the likeness with the worst there was, hence why he had been apprehended and transported to Tartarus. Locked away in the deepest stratum, far beneath the surface of the water, Fyodor cracks a triumphant smirk when the alarm system of the prison sounds off.

The Russian allows his head to roll to the side, a humorous chuckle slips past his slightly chapped lips as the security measures of the air-tight titanium plated door to his cell malfunctions.

"The Queen has fallen, Finally, all the pieces are beginning to fall into place."

...

Hospitals are one of the worst places to ever step foot into. There's no denying it. The lights are always overly bright and the extremely potent smell of antiseptics that lingers in the air was too suffocating to the point that it was borderline nauseating. On top of that, there was always the constant combinded disturbance of patients being wheeled around and the occasional distant screams of family members mourning the loss of their loved one.

Which is all the reasons why Chuuya had a deep hatred for them; that fact alone had never rang truer than it had three days ago.

He had just walked into his office after returning from an errand when he had received the call. The redhead was puzzled; wondering why a number he didn't recognize was attempting to contact him. A number with an area code from a different prefecture, at that.

Chuuya's first instinct was to simply ignore the caller. For all he knew — the person could've had the wrong number, however a nagging sense of curiosity pooled in his gut. His number was strictly only given out to his subordinates and of course, the people who knew Chuuya personally. 

So, who the hell was calling the executive from a strange number?

Chuuya answered his phone; immediately demanding the name of the person and their business as to why they were contacting him before the caller even had a chance to speak.

When the caller identified themselves; Chuuya felt his heart sink to his stomach. The person on the other line was revealed to be a nurse calling to inform him that Y/N had been critically injured.

The nurse goes on to explain that Y/N was barely clinging to life and was being rushed into emergency surgery as they spoke. She expressed her opinion to the redhead that she believed it would be best for him to come to the hospital that Y/N was being operated on as soon as possible just for the off-chance that Y/N couldn't be saved.

Chuuya snapped at the nurse; or rather he threatened the nurse — ordering her to keep Y/N's heart beating until he arrived. He didn't care how they did it, he refused to take "No" as an answer.

Y/N wasn't going to die. She couldn't. Chuuya wouldn't let her if he has anything to do or say about it. She wasn't allowed to leave him again.

Without waiting for a verbal response, Chuuya raced out of his office; and headed straight for the Armed Detective Agency.

Somehow, either through some medical miracle or — maybe perhaps through the great speed Chuuya and Yosano had traveled to reach the hospital; they were able to bring Y/N back from the brink of death.

So there Chuuya was, sitting next to her hospital bed absentmindedly combining his fingers soothingly through Y/N's hair that had fanned out against the pillow beneath her head — brushing stray strands of her bangs out from her face as sunbeams that filtered through the drawn back curtains illuminated throughout the room in a dim glow.

The surgeon who had fought to keep Y/N alive until Chuuya and Yosano arrived per the redhead's demand, had warned that since her body had sustained three traumatic injuries in the war — two of which could have been fatal; she would still need to recover from the shock of it all, explaining that it was expected for the brunette to slip into a deep sleep for a brief period of time.

Yosano, after making use of her ability onto a dying Y/N, had opted to seek out for Eri. With permission granted by All Might who was glued to Midoriya's bedside in the hospital; Yosano whisked the little girl away with her and proceeded back to the Armed Detective Agency while every single member patently waited for any news regarding Y/N's condition.

Chuuya exhaled deeply, his gaze lifted from Y/N's sleeping face towards the glass bay window of her hospital room where he could faintly hear a mob furiously cursing the name of a pro hero he wasn't familiar with; Endeavor, he thinks it was. Angry shouts of accusations about the revelations made public courtesy of none other than Dabi in an effort to destroy his father's career and reputation as the number one pro hero.

Not that he truly cared or gave a damn. They were all a nuisance in his eyes, he only put up with the hero society solely because of Y/N's involvement with them. The redhead's gaze is drawn back to the tranquility resting in the sleeping brunette's face.

"The bullet in your abdomen had pierced your right kidney and the other bullet just barely grazed your heart. Off by a millimeter. The doctors were horrified at the severity of your injuries but amazed that you didn't bleed out before you were rushed to the hospital. They consider you extremely lucky to be alive, which you are. Not everyone can recover; let alone be saved from being shot in two of the most vital organs, but they don't know you the way I do. There's no way you would die in such a painful way."

Chuuya leaned in, cradling Y/N's face with both of his hands while lowering himself until his lips touched hers before moving to place a soft peck on her forehead. "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

Eyes of deep sienna slowly peer through long lashes as a warm smile etched onto her face. "I think I prefer this version of waking up Snow White a lot better."

Chuuya playfully snickers, his heart feeling lighter now that the brunette had finally reopened her eyes. "How long have you been awake?"

"Since you started messing with my hair and massaging my scalp." Y/N reached for one of Chuuya's hands that was still affectionately cradling her face and positioned it back on top of her dark brown locks. "Don't stop. Keep going, it felt good."

The redhead jokingly rolled his eyes with a sharp click of his tongue but obliged to Y/N's request; moving his fingers to weave through her hair and lightly skimming against her skull.

"For someone who was quite literally at death's door just several days ago, you sure are very demanding for me to keep scratching your head. Tell me again who the dog is now, ha."

Y/N flashed the redhead a mischievous smirk. "Still you of course, who else could be my loyal and oh so obedient puppy?"

"You know what, I liked it more when you were unconscious. Let me put you back to sleep." Chuuya's eyebrow twitched all the while mirroring the brunette's smirk as his fingers that had been massaging her scalp suddenly fisted the chocolate brown strands; provoking a slow hiss by the brunette from the stinging sensation when Chuuya slightly twisted his wrist.

"Isn't this considered patient brutality? You should be nicer to me, Chuuya ~. What if someone had walked in and saw you roughing up someone lying in a hospital bed?"

"Oh please, you're not a dainty little flower." Chuuya sassed, his fingers slipping from Y/N's hair to fold his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair.

"Besides, you like it rough."

"I'm neither going to confirm nor deny that."

The redhead cocked an eyebrow while a smug grin curled at the corners of Chuuya's mouth. "You don't need to. I know you inside and out like the back of my hand. Speaking of which..."

Cerulean eyes stare expectantly at Y/N.

"You're waiting for me to fill you in on how your students are doing, aren't you?" Chuuya hummed lowly as he watched Y/N give him a brisk nod of her head.

"Well luckily, while you were taking your sweet ass time waking up; I was able to ask around and find out that a good majority of them were unharmed. A total of six were injured — out of those six, three were more severe. That kid, Midoriya was the one who from what I could get the gist of; is in the worst condition out of all the students and still hasn't woken up the last time I checked."

"I figured that much. Midoriya has a good head on his shoulders and doesn't know when to quit; even in some instances where he probably should for his own well-being. Who were the other two students with serious injuries?"

"The spiky blonde-haired boy —"

"Bakugo."

Chuuya disinterestedly glossed over the brunette's interruption. "Yeah him, he had multiple puncture wounds that were considerably pretty deep and the other kid with two different hair colors--"

"Todoroki."

"Do you want to hear how he's doing or not?" Chuuya retorted with a scoff; his eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course I do, but my students have names. Use them."

"Why would I bother if I don't even know them? The only reason why I could recall Midoriya's name is because I remember working alongside him months back during the Shie Hassaikai raid." Chuuya shot the brunette a pointed glare tinged with annoyance, "can I finish now?"

"Sure, as soon as you call my student by his name."

"Fine, Todoroki. Happy now?" The redhead's tone dripped with pure sarcasm.

Y/N's lips curved into an impish smile as her eyes shone with wicked intent. "Mhm, carry on."

"...Anyways as I was about to say before I was interrupted, he had been burned all over parts of his body. He can't really talk all that well on account of his vocal cords being heavily damaged from the burns. They'll recover with time."

"How's Shouta? What's his condition look like?"

Chuuya raised his left shoulder just to drop it back down a second later in an insouciant shrug. "Who knows, I'm not sure. I didn't take it upon myself or go out of my way to ask about him. Though, I think I overheard a group of students who were unharmed whispering around that he had regained consciousness."

"How many days have pass since the incident?"

The shouts of angry civilians resonated through the glass of the window and throughout the silence of the room.

"Approximately three days. As you might have figured by now, if the swarm of indignant protesters hadn't already tipped you off; it's hell outside.  Apparently, a large number of the villain faction that you were fighting against had retreated with a handful of those abnormal creatures and had breached seven prisons; including Tartarus — setting free over 10,000 prisoners. If I had to guess, you getting shot so critically that you nearly died wasn't just a coincidence. One way or another, this is all connected. By any chance, did you happen to recognize who shot you?"

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows; her lips pursing in thought as she began to process the relayed information. "No, I didn't recognize him. But I agree with your suspicions; too much has happened all at once, it's premeditated — intentional."

"Do you reckon since you never were able to located the anemic bastard, that he might have a hand to play in the sudden turn of events somehow?"

Y/N breathed in deeply; raking her fingers through her darkly-colored tresses. "I wouldn't put it past him. I strongly believe that he does, the hit on me and targeting Shouta the way he was — it would make sense to take out the two biggest threats of neutralizing quirks and abilities alike in order for bigger plans to advance."

The brunette's attention is drawn to the television fastened to the wall directly across from her hospital bed. A press conference was being broadcasted as breaking news in a conference hall that sparked a sense of recognition as the same conference hall Aizawa, Vlad, and Principal Nezu stood within many months back. Only this time, Best Jeanist, Endeavor, and a scarred Hawks were the ones under heavy scrutiny of the countless reporters that filled the room; demanding answers from the heroes.

"Dabi of the League of Villains is my son, Toya Todoroki. It's the truth. I sincerely apologize for this." Endeavor goes into heavy detail about his family's past much to the genuine horror of the reporters as their faces twist and contort into expressions of resentment.

"You just said that it was the truth, but..."

"Hawks and Best Jeanist refuted Dabi's claims, though."

Several journalists sprung out of their chairs in outrage as they glared at the three pro heroes through narrowed eyes. "Yeah, yeah! What's going on?"

Hawks cautiously lifts his hands towards the crowd of agitated reporters in hopes of settling the brewing uproar. "Best Jeanist's murder was a fabrication for the sake of infiltration, but not everything Dabi said was incorrect. The part about my father and how I killed a villain who was running away is also true. I apologize for hiding the truth about my father. Regarding Jin Bubaigawara, whose villain name was Twice, I thought at the time that it was my only choice. If he activated his Quirk, the damage would be unimaginably worse than what we ended up with. It was my fault for not being able to get him to pay for his crimes. I feel really bad about that."

An auburn-haired reporter raised her hand above her head to attract the focus of the three pro heroes standing behind the press conference table. "May I ask you something? My mother was seriously injured in Gigantomachia's path. You can't just say "It was all true. I'm sorry." It can't be undone! Do you know how many people have lost their homes in the past week? How can you stand there looking so composed?! It was the villains who did it! But those expressions don't look like you understand it was through your mistakes!"

"If we cried with exhausted faces, would that let it be undone?"

"Huh?! Of course not!" The reporter seethed at Endeavor's inquiry, her nose scrunching up with distaste at the situation caused by the heroes. "Take away society's uneasiness! Take care of all the villains! That's--! That's..."

"It is just as you say. That is what I, Endeavor, can do to atone."

"But right now, with fewer heroes around, it would be difficult to protect everyone." Best Jeanist remarks. "Therefore, we will reduce the area we need to protect. After consulting with the government, starting today with the U.A. High School, schools with hero courses, which have sufficient space and security will be designated shelters. Families of students are already being evacuated."

"How can we accept being evacuated indefinitely without knowing the future?!"

Endeavor slammed his hands down on the conference tabletop; quieting the commotion brought on by displeased reporters shouting over each other. "It's in order to see the future. I wish for you to direct your blame and unease to just myself. Not to those who will risk their lives from now on."

The number one hero igniting his infamous fiery makeshift eye mask, "everyone, look at me."

Y/N groaned while tossing her arm to cover her eyes. "What an absolute fucking mess, something tells me that this was just the tip of the iceberg and that things will only get more complicated from here."

Chuuya rose from the chair he was occupying; sighing. "Well, you can dwell on some sort of solution another time. For now, you'll be coming with me."

Confused by his statement, Y/N slightly tilts her head to stare questionably at the latter from beneath the crook of her elbow.

"What are you talking about? I can't just abandon my students, especially since Shouta is going to be admitted here much longer for treatment. They need me."

"You can and you will. Everything has already been taken care of for the time being. You'll be back before long, if you're that damn concerned about it." Chuuya grumbles as he saunters towards the door leading out of Y/N's hospital room to inquire about her discharge paperwork from the hospital staff that had been tending to her since her arrival.

"More importantly, our daughter is waiting for us. So, let's go home."