I Get To Be With You

Chapter 22. Implicit Signals

It seemed to be other news about the effects of excess alcohol, but the description did not give credence to that possibility. Similarly, I decided to find out on my own.

I was confident that he looked grim enough to blend in with the place, as the increase in my height and muscle mass made me look older. Even if he was not old enough to enter, he was sure that they would not deprive themselves of allowing a potential client to enter, without taking into account that these places did not stand out for complying with all the laws.

He was ready to get me involved in one of the most dangerous missions he had ever been on, until shortly before I ran away, my boyfriend stopped me.

For a moment I didn't know whether to feel relieved that he noticed the small changes in me that might have given me away or if I was not adequately secretive about my intentions.

For very good reasons, I didn't want anyone else to know what I was planning, but I knew I couldn't convince him otherwise. Now, more than before, I had to concentrate on gathering as much information as possible regarding what was consumed there, and especially who prepared them or perhaps the inputs used; we had to get there and leave in the shortest time possible; I couldn't afford to put Kami at risk. We would go in, get information, and leave without a hitch, or so he intended.

What I did not imagine was that, precisely that night, an ambush would take place in the same place.

As we approached, a melody could be heard standing out above the crackle of voices and all kinds of characteristic sounds of places like that. The entrance was 'guarded' by a scrawny guy with orange skin and a rather unpleasant face. Detailing the clothing and attitude of those who entered, I disarmed my companion's clothes a bit, although the most problematic was his angelic face, who could think that this ray of light could be an antisocial? The best thing I could think of was to cover it with a hood.

"That's fine "taking him by the hand

"But I can't see anything! "Securing the hood to your forehead

"At least until we enter, do not take your eyes off me "tightening my grip.

I approached the door and, despite the unpleasant guy looking at us strangely, he allowed us to pass. My gloomy looks seem to have paid off.

As the only clue, I tried to go to the origin of the voice that made me feel worse and worse, intuiting that there would be the greatest concentration of people and, therefore, a bar. It was an extremely disgusting place, not counting the number of things that were seen, heard and smelled there. A nauseating aroma of alcohol almost made me vomit, until a loud roar behind us broke into the place.

I clutched Kaminari to my chest as a brawl rushed inside, realizing that this place was like a maze. We had to move quickly and get away from there because, with the meddling of professional heroes in the place, I don't think we could do much.

"We must go "looking around me for an escape route, but all seemed blocked, at the time that now law enforcement officers entered the place in the company of three characters that I knew very well. Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki avidly scattered in three divergent directions, accompanied by Kamui Woods, Mirko, and... the last person I wish I knew was there too, Eraserhead.

I was in a place full of would-be criminals and seeing the professional hero gave me a chill. No wonder it was gloomier than usual.

"Here! "I felt the pull of my boyfriend, who led us to an ascending corridor.

"Waiting! We do not know if they have that space covered.

"But we can't stay here. "And, he was right. Without further ado, I agreed. When in doubt, I would use my quirk to clear the way for us if necessary.