Quirkless Rejects

Old Friends

'-saw you guys cross over last night. I have been walking along it every night. I was lucky to have been there when you both crossed,' said the voice.

(Someone was watching them.)

'Quite,' said Dad. 'Thank you for meeting up with us.'

(They have been following us. Dad has been conspiring behind my back.)

'No problem.' The stranger looked over at Izuku. 'How is he doing?'

(Asking about me, getting information, looking for weaknesses.)

'I think he still remembers you,' replied Dad. 'I want to say it is because when you had your quirk and brainwashed him, a piece of you was connected to his consciousness or vise versa so the link is stronger there.'

(Brainwashed me? Remember him?) Now Izuku can't really make out the features of the people in the x-ray so he was running on minimal knowledge of who this could possibly be. Also... brainwashing did not sound pleasant to Izuku. At all.

Izuku bolted up, both men turning sharply to look at him. Izuku opened his mouth and spoke, or yelled, for the first time in a long while.

"You're plotting against me?!"

The visible shock was evident in Dad as the older man's eyes widened. He jumped up and balanced on the branch. "No!" Izuku had disconnected the mind waves in the spur of the moment so of course, he hadn't heard him, but he could read lips well. Izuku glared, hands bursting in green flames. "Then what was that about brainwashing, huh?! You tryna take me down? Is that why I can't remember anyone, huh?!" Dad visibly took a deep breath. He pointed at his head. Izuku narrowed his eyes and connected their mind waves.

'Izuku, this is Shinsou, Hitoshi Shinsou.' He gestured to the man next to him who had stood up. 'Remember him?'

Izuku eyed the man. Purple hair standing up, pale skin that had slightly tanned from the sun, deep rings under his eyes. Izuku felt... like he knew him. The greenette flinched when the purple-haired boy stepped forward, slightly wobbling on the branch, obviously not as used to it as Izuku and Dad. He reached into his pocket. Izuku reached forward, invisible strings wrapping around the boy, confining the boy's arms to his body. All was still for a second before the boy, with some issue, pulled out a single card. An ace of spades. Izuku narrowed his eyes. The purple-haired boy flicked his wrist and the card went flying at Izuku who caught it in between his fingers.

The greenette studied the card.

His eyes widened.

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A green-haired teen threw his cards at a purple-haired teen. 'Darn it! That's the third time, ---!'

There was a chuckle from his right, a figure of someone with a blurry face. The purple-haired teen grinned.

'Sorry, not sorry.'

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'Go fish.'

'Errr...'

A green-haired teen grinned, knowing what he would ask next. He turned to the purple-haired boy next to him. '---, do you have any threes?' The boy stared at the greenette before sighing and passing over his three threes. The greenette then turned to the other person in the room, faceless, nameless. 'Do you have any kings, ---?'

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A green-haired teen watched as a boy pulled a pillow and blanket from a closet as a purple-haired teen put away a deck of cards. He made his 'bed' and they all got ready to go to sleep. The greenette turned to the faceless teen. 'Good night, ---.' He turned to the purple-haired teen.