—space song, beach house - mrs.magic, strawberry guy - care for you, the marias - virgen, adolescents orquesta.
the same day, around 5:00 pm
"If you plan to come out, please hurry up and do so. They may be disfigured beyond saving, but murdering people still makes me sick." Nanami tugged at his collar as the blood of the "curses" he took down—dripped from his wrapped up weapon. Footsteps sounded from the shadowed side of the sewer. "A hero...aren't you? I hope you're not too weak, the experiment won't work if so." It was the man with purple and white patches of skin. "I hate putting in overtime if I don't have to. So let's finish this quickly." The blonde ran at the dark haired male and immediately swung his weapon.
Ryuk—the other male's name—swiftly dodged by angling himself backwards. The hero swung his weapon multiple times, the other only dodged. 'He's awfully agile...' He jumped back when Nanami tried to deliver a high kick, and it went on like that. The blonde delivering series of attacks but the other only dodging, that was until he landed a harsh kick. The patchwork of a man had risen his arms up in an X form, but the kick sent him backwards. Nanami's quirk activated in an instant Ryuk's guard was down, blank line plots appeared on his arms. He raised his arms in defense once more.
It was proven futile once the seven to three ratio was hit. Ryuk was hit on the wrist, which ended up with him having a severed hand—half severed hand?? It was hanging onto his bone. He paused, "Hm? I thought I blocked it, you actually hurt me. What? Was that your so called quirk?" Nanami raised his weapon and furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean? I hate abstract questions that leave interpretation to others," he briefed. "That's good, but you don't hate chatting do you?" He ever so stoically tilted his head. "Not at this time," 'He's rather odd. For a villain at least.'
'I'm sure this is the guy turning normal people into those curses, so Tsukauchi was correct.' "Hey, tell me. Which do you think came first? The soul or the body?" Nanami hummed in confusion, "C'mon. You know, it's just like the age old chicken or the egg question. Which of them came first? Do you think the soul resides in the body? Or do you think it's the other way around and the body forms around the soul?" 'I suppose I have to listen to this.' "The former," the blonde replied. "Uh uh. It's the second one." He raised his arm to show his skin morphing, "The soul comes first and so exists before the body."
"The shape of the body is always therefore always determined by the shape of the soul. I'm not healing now, I'm just maintaining my own soul," his arm was perfectly fine once again. He held an object in his left hand, "I have multiple abilities that the humans in this world would call Quirks. But I've noticed that no one is born with many, it's mostly just one ability to person. I suppose, soul altering is one of the many I have. Idle Transfiguration." He held up a big dark teal colored gloop that had a stretched out face on it—along with limbs. "I keep a human stock pile," he held up two more of the small clay looking figures—though those were a brown color.
"It's been difficult though. Normal people die soon after their shape is transfigured, I wonder if heroes last longer," something changed in Ryuk's eyes. Nanami turned his wrist to check his watch, "It's five thirty now. And I began my day at ten this morning, so I'm quitting at six. Regardless of what that requires." They lunged at each other, and this time Ryuk was actually fighting back. He sent flesh tendrils of the shrunken human corpse—or rather soul—he was manipulating, after the hero. The latter used his weapon to slice the tendrils and tried to keep up with the other as much as possible.
He tried to hit his arm again, but this time his weapon was caught. "Your speed's impressive," the dark haired male half complimented, again, ever so stoic. They were mid air—that changed when he sent the constantly altering souls at Nanami again—while he was landing on the floor of the sewer. He jumped and dodged all over the place, the tendrils enlarged and collided with the wall where the blonde was supposed to be but he obviously dodged in time. 'So the person's original mass is irrelevant when it comes to changing shape. Either way, this is a bad match up for my quirk.'
"H-Help me...please, help me." The hero looked down at his feet to see the stretched out face of a human, their eyes were flooding with tears. "There's nothing you can do to save someone who's been reshaped. If they go to attack—you must kill them. It's better for the victims that way, send this information to (Y/n) as well." He thought back to Tsukauchi's findings, "Oh yeah. My apologies, I had to really practice a lot so they wouldn't die right away when I changed their size. And yet, do they know? I'm not certain how aware they are, and as a result—sometimes their soul sweat like that one."
"Don't let that worry you."
"I'm not worried about it," Nanami wiped the tears of the soul before adding, "It's my policy not to bring personal feelings into my work." Ryuk tilted his head with a hum, "You're an incompetent liar. Your whole soul is trembling, so you're what number hero?" Nanami jumped off of the human bridge and onto the sewer floor once more. "I'm an underground hero, my name isn't in the ranks because I chose for it not to be," he explained. "Hmm. You're strong either way, you'll make the perfect test subject. Luck's really on my side." In less than the blonde could blink—Ryuk's hand was pressed onto his abdomen.
"I'm greatful." A dark tinted—sort of transparent—substance immediately began to spread. A bright flash of blue and a swing of Nanami's weapon—Ryuk was blown back. "Are you surprised my speed suddenly increased? The fact is—I can alter the shape of my own soul too. Heroes protect their bodies with their quirks but they aren't protecting their souls, for starters, you have to be aware of your own soul. It's not possible to protect it if you're not, but it looks to me like you subconsciously covered yours somewhat with your quirk. If you hadn't done that—you'd already be under my control."
"But once I touch you a few more times, you'll cease to be a human anymore." He stuck his hands out again, "You're awfully incorrect about everything you just said." They lunged at each other once more, "I didn't cover my soul or whatever nonsense you were spouting. And that wasn't my quirk, I guess I'll have to thank Little Sasaki later." The blonde swiped past the dark haired male and came back around with a boost from the wall with his weapon reeled back for an attack. The villain dodged and spun around to try to grab the hero, they went around in a circle until the hero bolted for the exit.
"I'm not letting you go." He spun around before Ryuk touched him and let (Y/n)'s quirk activate again. Another burst of blue and he bent his body backwards to palm the railing in the sewer and then flipped back straight again. He skidded on the ground next to multiple metal pillars. "Was that it? Underground hero?" Ryuk sat on the railing. "You do well running around and using quirks that aren't yours, but you're at your limit now aren't you? May you explain to me who this "Little Sasaki" is? Just from those blows...I know they're powerful." The blonde groaned and looked at his watch.
It was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon already, he placed his weapon behind his back and loosened his tie. "Unfortunately..." Blue energy encased his right hand as he tied his tie around his knuckles and palm. 'His power is increasing? No...it's not his power...' The blue spread all around his body. "Thanks to you, I'm going to have to go into overtime." 'Overtime? A time based pact, was he limiting the power he was using from this other person until now?' "This is starting to get fun," Ryuk felt his lips twitch a bit as he jumped off the railing and landed safely. "My quirk draws a line on a target by using a ratio of seven to three."
"Then creates a weak point at exactly that location. I can create this line along more than just full height or wing span, and I can designate it along various parts such as the head, upper arm, forearm and so on. My quirk can affect more than just living creates as well." 'He's revealing his quirk?' Ryuk licked his lips, "You're serious huh?" The energy roared with intimidation and swirled around the blonde's body. 'At present, the first way I can defeat this villain is to damage him until he runs out of energy. However, that's not sustainable for me, I'm glad (Y/n) snuck her chain's into my pocket.'
'I would be dead without her, or rather, trapped. The second way—is to reduce him to smithereens with a single blow. And it's possible now that I can utilize (Y/n)'s quirk.' Nanami dashed past Ryuk and circled around, he jumped high up and soared through the air with his fist pulled back. "Ratio Technique—Collapse!" He punched the wall and it immediately splintered apart. 'What power..! Was that really a quirk I felt racing through it? No way. It's an expanding technique that's used to destroy a target with pure energy. And it has a wide range attack that probably puts him at risk too so...'
"I guess I should dodge this." Right after—his foot was chopped off and he gasped once he landed on only one foot and realized the latter. "I'm going to withdraw. You should get that leg healed quickly," Nanami flicked the blood off of his weapon and walked away. "If we're both still alive—let's meet up again." Ryuk hummed, "Tell me about this "Little Sasaki" as well." There was a blue light coming from above him—next thing he knew, the shattered wall completely collapsed onto him.
"You finally came to school today (Y/n)-chan! We thought you wouldn't come today, we were just about to call you to get down from your dorm." Mina jumped on the blue haired girls back as she walked towards the common room. She caught her by the legs, "I was busy doing stuff. Nothing to be worried about." Everyone was in the common room doing their things, "Yeah but you didn't show up during the weekend either..." Kirishima pointed out and teared his eyes away from his phone to glance at her. "I was busy," she repeated and felt that Nanami stopped using her quirk.
"You're always busy, you don't hang out with us anymore," Kaminari leaned onto her when she dropped Mina on the couch and then proceeded to plop herself next to her. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and let him cuddle into the warmth, Shoto saw and ended up walking over and sat on her lap. Her eye twitched, "You guys are all big babies." She didn't hesitate to make them make themselves more comfortable either way. "Can't you stay here? Just for one whole day? You were late to classes in the morning-" Jiro was cut off by Iida, "Which is unacceptable for a U.A student! You should never be late to classes unless-"
"Unless you found out you have a long lost twin and decided to go to the orphanage he was placed in when he was born because mother was forced to choose between her twins for which one would be her evil husband's successor or her abandoned child." Everyone froze in their tracks and when rigid all at the same time. "What did you just say...?" Bakugo—whom was laying down on one of the couches while scrolling through his phone—rasped out in utter confusion. "I have a brother. A twin. I was late today because I visited him because well, I only found out about him during me and Daichi's fight."
"But with everything that's been going on—I didn't have much time to actually make a bond with him until now. So my apologies—I'll try not to miss a second of school anymore," she sighed and leaned her head back on the couch rest. "S-Should I apologize?" The class rep whispered in slight horror to Yaoyorozu who was still eyes wide and eyebrows up. "It's okay Iida, I just wanted to let you guys know. Y'know?" They nodded but Midoriya tilted his head, "Does he know that you're his sister?" He wanted to know more, who wouldn't when she just announced it out of no where?
"Not a hint. I don't want him to know either-"
"Because of the media, villains and your last name overall, I suppose?" She hummed at the dual haired boy, Sato went over to her with cookies on a flat baking pan. "You should take some time to relax. We know how hard you work, but you should give the other heroes a chance." He grabbed a cookie and she opened her mouth. "I'll think about it." The cookie was placed in her mouth and she softly sunk her sharp teeth in the crispy surface and gooey inside. "You're a baking god Sato, I would pay you a million dollars to make these for me every day." She clasped her hands together with a relaxed expression.
"It's no problem (Y/n), as long as my food makes people happy—I'll never stop," he smiled and clenched his fist. 'An angel!' She happily ate the cookie in less than five bites and savored each and every part of it. "How are the Sins?" She peeked an eye open to look at the green haired boy, "They're cool. You can visit them anytime, I'm sure they'll 'preciate it. They live in my apartment by the way," he nodded rapidly. "Oh, right. I remember." (Y/n) sat up and bit down on her nails. "I have stuff for all of you guys, right and I need to buy that tech for Aito." She whispered the last part to herself.
Their eyes shined, she got them something? How caring. But then, her phone—that was on the coffee table—started ringing. Everyone groaned and did their own exasperated movements towards the phone call. "Calm down, it's probably nothing." She got up and quickly put Shoto in her spot—which ended up with both Kaminari and Mina cuddling up to him. She snatched her phone from the table and answered the call, "Hello?" They all got quiet to listen to the call, "Hey. Where are you?" Huh? Who was that? Class A had never heard that voice before. "I'm at my dorms, where else would I be Nanamin?"
Nanamin? Class A was nosey, but it was amusing to the blue haired girl. "Well, you felt it didn't you? This guy's powerful. He was speaking as if he didn't even know what quirks were." Her eyes hardened, "I felt it but I didn't hear anything you guys were saying. You're too far from my range so I couldn't make out any voice vibrations. Are you hurt?" She rolled her eyes at the silence, "Alright. I'll pick you up," she could feel the frustration ooze out of her classmates. "We can talk about what happened over dinner, and tell me about the guy. Haven't seen him before or anything so you better give me all the deets."
"Whatever you say ma'am." She huffed, "Send me your location and I'll be right there." She hung up the call and stuffed it in her pocket. "So you have to go again?" Uraraka slightly pouted her lips as Yaoyorozu was pouring tea into her tea cup. "That sounded pretty urgent so...we'll let you off the hook this time," Sero crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "It is. It's about the new villain, the one that's been turning people into those curses as they're starting to call them. Guess Nanamin ended up facing him, I'll be back soon. Oh by the way, Nanami is one of Mirai's friends."
"Midoriya, you know about Weak Point, don't you?" Everyone watched his eyes shine over, "Oh my god! You know him?!" He immediately took out his notebook, "Yup. Tell the class all about him while I change real quick!" She sprinted to her dorm and since she already took a shower—she just changed, put some eyeliner on, mascara and blood red lip stain. She left her hair as is since it got curly after the shower. She just straightened her bangs with her glowing fingers and quickly brushed them out. She put her shoes on and kissed her sleeping felines on their head—Lucerito and Kitty Kitty of course.
(Y/n) appeared back downstairs, she was wearing a lengthy brown leather jacket, a dark sage green colored cropped turtleneck—a mouthful—and black flare pants. For shoes—her 2976 polished smooth platform Chelsea boots—also a mouthful. She concluded that her red ones didn't go well with her outfit. "Man, if I could dress like (Y/n) everyday—I would." Jiro sipped her tea and the blue haired girl hummed and pat her head. "You girls do know you guys can use my clothes right? I don't mind, plus, I have various sizes cause' my growth spurts got ridiculous and I like over sized things but sometimes one or three sizes too small."
"So y'know. Just watch out for Kitty, dunno if he'll bite you guys yet. But I know mi amorcito Lucero wont, he'll probably keep Kitty in check." She was running around—looking for her black shoulder purse. "When did you get your new cat—Kitty Kitty—anyways?" Ojiro questioned and she paused, "Like on the weekend. I wouldn't ask where I got him from," she looked around once more. "Where did you get him from?" Her eye twitched at Bakugo, "Ha ha. Very funny Cuete, I'm not saying cause' it's super top secret information." She pulled out her purse from in between the couch seats and brushed away the dust. 'Has that always been there?!'
"How come I don't get a nickname? Porque no me llamas amorcito?" Sero leaned on the couch arm rest to look at the girl who was rummaging through a cabinet. "Porque no me lo dijiste más pronto Amorcito. Te viera llamado eso más temprano, quieres un beso también o que?" She grabbed her car keys and the rest of the class sweat dropped at the two hispanics. "Y si digo que si (Y/n)? Me lo vas a dar?" She hummed and walked over to him, she plastered a kiss onto his forehead and everyone gaped. "Thank you (Y/n)~!" The black haired boy smiled and she just laughed.
"Que coqueto eres verda ojo alegre? No me valles a salir volado con las otras muchachas." He gasped in offense, "Nunca amorrr. Quien crees que soy?!" She shrugged, "Well. I'm going now, I'll be back okay! Don't worry about me, I will leave any villains I see up to the other heroes." She jutted her pointer finger at Iida who proudly nodded at the girl. "Love you guys, see you later," she blew a little flame heart at them. 'She loves us!!' They comically cried to each other after she left. "So you're saying all I have to do is learn Spanish so I can get a kiss from her?!" Sero taped Mineta's mouth, "Cállate marica."
"Ah, you're bleeding all over the place Nanamin." After some few short minutes of taking abandoned roads to speed and not kill anyone—(Y/n) made it to where Nanami was. Which was also a random bathroom place, he was bleeding a lot from the side of his stomach. "Well obviously." She gave him an unimpressed stare and took out the little hydrogen peroxide bottle, "Take off your shirt. Or just lift it up." He stared at her reluctantly, "If you want that stain to get out and if you want me to clean the wound. Unless you wanna have an infection, go 'head." She tapped her fingers on the sink.
"Fine, only because of those reasons." She turned to face the wall as he took his shirt off. "There," she extended her arm out backwards and grabbed the shirt. "Stand over there, I don't want to see you half naked." He did as told, "But you do know you said you were going to tend to my wound. Correct?" She threw the shirt in the sink and doused the part where it had the most blood—with the hydrogen peroxide. Nanami would've said something about it if she didn't have a fire quirk, but she did, so he didn't say anything. And he also didn't say anything (sassy) when she took out a tiny bottle of laundry detergent and fabric softener.
"How touching (Y/n)." The latter hummed in amusement, "Might as well right?" She scrubbed the bloodstain harshly until the red faded. After that process—which only took some seconds because of her quirk—she dried it by evaporating all of the water with a small heat wave. 'Damn, it's really wrinkly.' She held up the shirt with her left hand and warmed up her right hand to about four hundred degrees and started to run her palm down the fabric. 'And there!' "Who needs the dry cleaners when you got me!?" She smiled and hooked the shirt onto a hook behind one of the bathroom stall doors.
"I don't believe you can make a living out of that." She passed by Nanami who was leaning on the wall and ignored his words. "Dunno, I was just thinking out loud. Didn't have to shoot me down like that," she pat the empty space by the sink and glanced at him through the mirror. "You gonna hop on or do you want me to carry you?" She saw his eye twitch and grinned. He sauntered over to her as best as he could, "This guy really did a number on you huh?" (Y/n) appeared behind him before he stumbled forward. "You could say that." He let her help him the step forward and easily got on space next to the sink—it was low either way.
The blue haired girl immediately got to work when the blonde took off the blood stained paper off of his wound. "You kinda stopped the bleeding. But I'm gonna heal the internal damage okay? I felt the...whatever that was with my chains." She pressed her hand on the wound—making his body tense. He ground his teeth against each other and she held up her wrist. He gripped it immediately as it came in sight, "You're not gonna like this." He tried not to scream aimless curses as she pressed down harder, he only settled with squeezing his hand around her wrist. That's when both her pupils and irises started to glow bright.
Nanami could feel his wound shift in a reliving type of way. (Y/n) helped the damaged part of his body heal faster than it would on its own, she finished quickly. "I'm gonna clean the external damage now, I healed the inside. there's only some bruising around the cut. And, you can let go of my wrist now." His fingers had turned white at how tight he was gripping—which ended up with him watching her skin bruise into a purple color. "My apologies, I didn't mean to hurt you." She shrugged and took out some cotton balls—then poured some hydrogen peroxide on one of them. "It's alright, it didn't hurt. This might sting though."
The blue haired girl dabbed the cotton ball on the gash and he sucked in a sharp breath. "You did that on purpose didn't you?" Her eyes shined in amusement and she watched the gash foam white. She repeated the cleaning until it didn't foam anymore—and with that, she cleaned the area. "Want me to give you stitches just to be safe?" He shook his head, but when he looked down—they were already on there. "Sneaky brat. You did that when I wasn't looking." He watched her place the extra large bandage on and that was that. "It's better, you'll heal faster." She pat his arm and went back to the stall to grab his shirt. "Get changed, I'll meet you outside so we can go to dinner."
"Unless you need help getting changed..?" She smirked when she handed him his shirt—or rather, he snatched it after her bold question. "I am twelve years older than you-" She cut him off, "You are twelve years older than me. Yes yes, I know, I was just joking." She shook her hands and headed out the door. She shut the door behind her and headed to her car. 'His abs are impressive.' She whistled to herself and got into her car. Then continued to turn it on and wait for the man to come back out. It was six fifty already, 'Now...where should we go to eat?' She got on her phone to search for restaurants—that had good reviews of course.
Eventually—Nanami came out at the exact same time she found a good restaurant. "Hey, you up for some Sukiyaki Nanamin?" She turned to the man and her eyebrows rose, "Um. Nanamin..? You good?" He was visibly fuming, and bad. Comical steam puffs puffed out around his head—that's when (Y/n) noticed his popped up collar. Her lips twitched up in amusement and she hid her smile with her hand. "My pins fell in the sink." He was talking about the pins he had that pinned his collar down. "Well today's your lucky day Nanamin," she beamed at him once he got in the car.
"Sure it is." She laughed and reached over to where he was sitting—she pressed the container below where the airbags shot out and it opened. Which showed a black velvet jewelry box, "I got it for you." Or rather, found it from the borrowed things from the auction. The blonde rose an eyebrow at her and grabbed the box, he opened it to show the same collar pins. But instead of the regular bland ones—they had perfectly sculpted citrine gem pieces on top. "They suit your tie and they reminded me of you, so I took the chance." He slipped his seat belt on once she switched the gear stick to drive.
"How much did these cost?"
"You don't ask that. It's a gift. I'm not telling you."
"I don't accept them."
(Y/n)'s facial features twitched, "Put them the fuck on before I make you put them on. And it won't be pretty if I do." The twenty eight year old didn't want to go against her, she had about fifty ways to put them on. Most of them involved her ending up with blackmail on him, so he placed them on and decided to sit quiet and pretty. 'I didn't think he was actually going to listen.' "When will Sasaki wake up?" That was unexpected, just like the green light that turned yellow right when he said that. She stuck her arm out and pushed him back on the seat as she hit the brakes harshly. Nanami was gaping, he shut his mouth and pursed his lips.
"Nevermind."
"That was a coincidence."
"Or are you just upset?"
"Yes but I wouldn't brake like that on purpose." The blue haired girl was right. "I don't know when he's gonna wake back up. Okay? The guy who saved him said months, but I'm not sure. So I'm just waiting it out." She etched her hand out to her neck but paused. "Hopefully he wakes up soon. Someone needs to get you in line." She pressed on the gas when the light turned green again after it had turned red. "In line? As if. I'm perfectly fine, better than usual actually. So, yeah." It was true, she was feeling a little bit more up and running than usual. Mostly because of her brother, but things were honestly starting to get better. Other than that icky feeling in the back of her head—saying that something bad was going to happen soon.
But she wouldn't fret over it until it actually happened. She would enjoy her calm time before everything went to shit for her again, and trust her—even if she didn't know yet, it would. "Whatever you say." She leaned back on her seat, "You're as doubtful as you've always been. Have a little faith in me for once." The blue haired girl felt a bit...how would it be said? Challenged. "I'm not doubting you." It was the tone he used when he said things, it made her anger tick. "Just..." She pressed the button on the car stereo and it started to play Virgen by Adolescent's Orquesta. The rest of the car ride was spent unwinding and relaxing.
Until they eventually stopped in front of a fancy looking building in the city. "We're here." 'Valet parking? Seriously? As if I'm gonna let someone else in my car.' The sixteen year old parked in another parking lot—a tiny bit far from the place. "Guessing you don't want anyone touching your precious car." She hummed in response, took the key out and unbuckled her seat belt. "Let's go so you can tell me all about this guy." She shut the cover of her convertible closed for once—she usually keeps it down since fresh air is the best air—and they headed off to the building.
And a 20,000 yen fee to get in later—the two were getting led by an awfully fancy looking waiter to a table by the large windows. It reminded the blue haired girl of the Hamamatsu Skyscraper, but that was a whole different thing with Chisaki. "Everyone is staring at us," she was fifty fifty about being used to the stares. "Us? They're staring at you," Nanami corrected. "Have some faith in yourself," she whisper-joked. Though he wasn't that amused, "They're staring because they're getting the wrong idea of us two at the moment." She raised her eyebrows and lowly whistled, "Right cause' I'm a supposed slut."
He immediately back smacked her cheek, she almost stumbled as her jaw slacked in shock. She paused her walking, "Are you serious?! What the fuck was that for?!" She sped walked forward as she whisper-yelled, she didn't want to be rude and interrupt anyone's meal. "First of all, you're not a slut. And second of all, whoever made you think is next in line to get strangled by me. Maybe I'll even wake Sasaki up myself so he can join the killing." She rubbed her cheek, "You're gonna have to murder the media and everyone that agrees with them then." He shrugged as nonchalant as ever.
He started to mumble incoherent curses, but she caught wind of, "Seriously? Adults calling a sixteen year old girl a slut? I'm gonna fucking-" She pat his shoulder, "You know I was just joking right? That shit doesn't affect me, none of those people know me in real life so it's makes them look like idiots when they say stuff like that," she tried to reassure him with a soft smile but he only rolled his eyes. "Here is your table. I will come back in some minutes, have what you want to start off with ready by then." They were handed fancy menus and they both sat down, "Thank you," they both muttered before the waiter left.
(Y/n) skimmed through the menu and placed it back on the table after already figuring out what she was going to drink and order. "So, tell me about the guy you fou-" Nanami held up one finger—making her shut up, 'This guy-!' She fiddled with the bracelet the girls from class B gave her, "Tsukauchi told me to rely you a message." She looked up and tapped her shoes on the ground. "So? Go on with it," she urged. "There's nothing you can do to save someone who's been reshaped. If they try to attack—you must kill them. It's better for the victims that way, send this information to (Y/n) as well."
"He said to kill the curses with no hesitation,
it's better for the victims." She sucked her teeth, "Damn so we can't save them if they get changed?" He nodded in response and placed the menu down. "There's no chance at saving them unless we end their suffering. It's as simple as that." She noticed something, "Where'd your goggles go? Did you drop them in the fight or something?" He shook his head and pat the his chest. 'Ah, he had them in the inside of his blazer.' "And what else did Tsukauchi tell you?" He kept his eyes on the menu, "It's nothing complex. For the curses of course."
"We can't do anything to reverse what happened to them, murdering people makes me sick but it's the least we can do for the people caught up in this mess. They definitely were humans before the transformation—we don't know if they're fully aware of the state that they're in when they get morphed." (Y/n) listened until she had a question, "Alright. So I get the whole curse thing, but so, you fought the guy behind this whole thing?" He nodded in response. "Okay...well, tell me," she ushered. "I was patrolling an area where the cases of curses popping up was high—I heard something suspicious and asked around."
"The locals had said that they'd heard weird noises coming from the mainstream sewers, so I went down to check it out. That's where I found our guy." The blue leaned closer in interest, "So it's a man, or, boy?" His finger tapped the laminated menu. "He looked young. Maybe around nineteen—twenty three. He had patches all over his body." Her eyebrows scrunched together, 'Dabi?' "Like burned skin? Like the League of Villains or what?" 'I hope the League has nothing to do with this. I don't want them to get into anymore trouble. And I haven't heard from Kurogiri in a while, he usually messages me to tell me what's up.'
"Like normal skin, but white and purple. The borders were held together with gold staples, he was only wearing pants," Nanami leaned back a little. "Gold staples..? Like these?" Her turtleneck was sleeveless, mostly because she didn't want the fabric rubbing on her scars. And she wore long arm compression sleeves since her arms always endure the most damage than anywhere else—excluding her legs of course. But the blue haired girl slipped her leather jacket off a bit and pulled down the compression sleeve to show the purple strip of burned flesh—stapled onto her non burned skin by golden staples.
"Precisely. But not burned, it looked like normal skin but white and purple," he explained and she pulled her sleeve back up and adjusted her sweater. "How tall was he? Shouldn't you be reporting this to Tsukauchi?" Nanami was looking pale. (Y/n) didn't feel comfortable with that. "The same height as me." He placed the menu down, "Look (Y/n)." She didn't like the weird emotion in his tone. "This is someone you cannot fight." She didn't like how her hands and feet started to go numb. "What are you talking about? You have to stop doubting me." She didn't like how her heart started to go erratic.
"This guy is too powerful for you. I could barely keep up with him," he crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Who's power was it that got you out of trouble? He might be powerful, and I know that cause' it was my power that caught the blow—but I didn't work this hard for you to tell me I can't do it. So wether this guy is powerful or not—you're not gonna tell me who I can and can't fight." 'Stubborn brat!!' "He has more abilities than you think (Y/n). He was talking about quirks as if he didn't know what they were or how they worked. He might've been holding back on me—but I don't doubt if he sees someone like you, he won't do the same."
"So? That guy can try to kill me all he wants. He might be able to manipulate life/life forms but he can't manipulate tech," the blue haired girl shrugged and let tiny sparks spark off her hands. "He can't alter, morph or manipulate electronics nor electricity. And what do I use?" Electricity. She wasn't one hundred percent sure that she was right, but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight this guy. The blonde man wanted to knock some sense into her for once, "Reckless. You're setting yourself up. Don't come running to me if you get hurt." She jokingly pouted and placed her hands on her cheeks. "Mirai told you to take care of me."
"He didn't know I wouldn't let you. And he should've guessed that it would end up being the other way around." She loved watching his face contort when she pointed at his injury. "You-" The waiter arrived, "Are you all ready? Or would you like some more time?" They shook their head and plastered on the smallest of smiles—only Nanami of course. (Y/n) just beamed. The waiter took out his notepad and pen, the man gestured the younger to go before him. "Ah, sangria with mango slices and sukiyaki please." He wrote everything down and turned to her table mate. Meanwhile her phone vibrated in her pocket.
The two only glanced at her as she took out her phone. The blue eyed girl simply let out a confused hum. free hand jobs>We need to talk. 'What's this about?'
"Hey, Tomura...?" (Y/n) smiled as she knocked on the—abandoned apartment complex??—front door. She held a big bag food from the restaurant, she wanted the League to feel a little fancy. Since she knew Toga has wanted sushi for a long time as well. Speaking of the citrine eyed girl—there were small footsteps coming from the other side of the door. It opened to show her. The blue haired girl's eyes shined at seeing one of her favorite friends. "Toga-chan-" She paused herself at seeing her cold expression. "Is everything alright?" Did something happen that she didn't know about? "Yeah, just come on. It's serious."
Toga didn't want to do this. She really didn't, but she had to. It's not like she could choose either, but what would (Y/n) choose? She pulled the latter inside and held her hand—then continued to lead her to where everyone was with it. "Do you love me (Y/n)?" She was caught off guard by the question, what was all of this about? "Of course I love you Toga. Why do you ask?" If she kept thinking about it—she would start crying again. But (Y/n) would choose them. Right? It wasn't a matter at that exact moment, maybe in a few seconds, but not in that moment. Toga had one thing to say to her, "I love you too (Y/n)." And maybe it would be the last thing every said between the two.
"Toga..." She didn't want to look at her. "Is something wrong?" Yes. Everything was wrong. "You can talk to me Toga, you know that right?" She knew that. "Please tell me what's wrong. You're starting to make me anxious." She couldn't. And (Y/n)'s heart was skipping beats and adding others in different rhythms. "Did one of you get hurt?" All of them would soon. "Are they okay??" They wouldn't be. They got closer to an open space, "You can't just do that okay?!" There was yelling, "Don't be a fool! Think of the consequences that we're gonna end up having to deal with. You're not this much of an idiot Tomura!"
(Y/n) sped up the pace and entered the no-door-room, making her pull ahead of the blonde. The chatter ended in an instant while she scanned all of them for injuries. She relaxed her shoulders when she didn't see any blood of anything. "I'm so glad you guys are okay. You were freaking me out, had me thinking you guys were dying." She rubbed her head when turned to Toga and turned back around. "(Y/n)..." She didn't hear the tone in Mister Compress's voice, Spinner looking down or see the angry turn of Dabi's head. Nor Twice trying to keep himself together. "I brung you guys something to eat."
"I know you guys have to be down low so you don't get caught by the heroes so this way it's less risk for you guys. And I got some things that didn't have any fish, since you don't like it Dabi." The latter stared down at his shoes and clenched his fists. "Woah, where's Kurogiri? Must be getting tea or something, maybe even wine. Damn, I told him not to go out. He's too noticeable." She was rambling—it was a while since she'd seen them properly. So she was excited to see them. "(Y/n)." She didn't hear again. "And I got pomegranate cake, it's extra red and the filling in the inside looks like blood, that's for you Toga."
"And I got you some of that skin care for you Tomura, I bet it gets itchier because of the dust in here and I tried this before. It's really reliving, so you don't scratch up your neck too much."
"(Y/n)."
"And I got more of that burn cream, it's restoring the tissue under my burns so I'm sure it'll help you out Dabi. I don't doubt that your arms get numb sometimes because of the burns."
"(Y/n)...!"
"And I stopped by the store to get coats for you guys since it's gonna start to get colder and I don't want you guys to freeze in here."
"(Y/n)..!!"
"Oh oh, and now that I'm in here—I was going to ask if you guys want me to fix this place up so you guys can have hot air and some light. And some water, I know how much you like to take baths Mister."
"(Y/n)!!!"
"Huh? What?" She finally snapped out of it and turned about with an excited smile playing on her lips. Her pupils were wide and her irises were flickering with her quirk actively going along with her emotions. "What's wrong?" They didn't have the heart to do this to her. But...did they really have a heart in the first place? Figuratively of course. "We have to talk," Tomura was sitting on a small table with his elbows resting on his thighs and his fingers intertwined. "Okay..." She pulled out a chair and sat down. "You need to choose (Y/n). This isn't all fun and games anymore, it's getting serious."
"I don't know what you're talking about Tomura." She was confused. "Choose what?" She added while Toga was trying not to break down. "It's either us...or the heroes." Her heart did a weird twitch. "You guys...or the heroes? What kind of question is that?" The pale blue haired villain was getting frustrated. "All of this, since the beginning (Y/n). It was never going to work one way or another. You're a hero, and we're the villains. We're on opposite sides, don't you get that?" The blue haired girl's smile faded, "Of course I get that. But-" She was cut off. "There isn't any but's (Y/n). You have to choose."
"Are you guys seriously telling me to choose between you or the heroes?" She didn't like this. Dabi didn't like it. Toga didn't like it. None of them liked it. "You're either our enemy or you're not (Y/n)." She tugged on her sleeves, "I'm not your enemy," she responded. "So you're choosing us?" She didn't like this. "I'm not." She could feel Dabi's rage grow and Toga's sadness do the same. Spinner was grinding his teeth together, what would Stain do at a time like this? "So you're choosing the heroes?" She was getting frustrated now as well, "I'm not choosing anyone. I don't know what you're talking about Tomura."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've known since the beginning this wasn't going to work. It either ends up with you getting caught and sent to Tartarus or us getting caught. It's bad for both sides if you decide to keep choosing both. So you either choose to stay with the heroes, or you choose to stay with us. We can't waste anymore time, Kurogiri was caught during the battle with your father and Overhaul. We can't keep going how we're going, like this, you're holding us back and not letting us do anything that we want. But if you join our side—we can be e-"
"No." Shock spread all across the room, making the League look up to the blue haired girl. She was visibly conflicted about the whole situation—she was trying her best to make sense of it. "Then get out." Her hands started flexing and unflexing. "You can't just do that. You know how much everything means to me Tomura. You know I can't choose." He stood up, "And you know you can't be on two sides at the same time. You know you're either a villain or a hero. You set yourself up for this (Y/n), now it's your turn to choose." They were the only sanity she had left.
Seeing them and being free with them was the only thing that was letting her from falling into something deeper than villainy could ever go to. So how could Tomura ask that? Knowing. Oh and they knew. It was hitting them just as hard to do this to her, because they hoped that she could choose them and stay with them. "I can't just give up and choose the path that my father took. I can't do that because what's gonna become of-" Aito. She couldn't. "You know I can't, so don't do this to me. Alright? Everything'll stay the same, it won't make a difference-" She had to understand that they couldn't bear to see her with the people that hurt them the most.
"You can't live two lives at the same time." (Y/n) couldn't choose the side that would end up with her living as her father did. She couldn't. But she couldn't bear losing the only people that truly understood her for what she was. Tomura knew this. Tomura knew that she couldn't choose and he knew that she would end up going with the people who hurt him. But even if that meant they could finally advance (with or without her) it didn't mean that his heart was getting squeezed by the stupid emotions that she always made him feel when she came around. "You know I can't..."
Salty water brewed in her tear ducts, the blue haired girl would break she if she chose. But she knew she couldn't choose them. "Then get out and don't come back." It wasn't as simple as that. She walked up to him, "Tomura please-" She couldn't lose more people. Her heart couldn't bear it. And the love she had for them eased the stinging on her cheek. "I don't know why I bothered trying to get you to choose us. It's obvious that you would've always put those heroes before us. So spare us the pain and get out." She didn't care about the slap enough to touch the marked skin on her face.
She was trying her best not to break in front of them. "Tomura. I don't choose them okay..." For a second, they thought that she would stay with them when she grasped his hand in hers. "And I want to choose you guys but I can't." You see, when humans get hurt by others. They have many choices about what to do about it. Either forget them, forgive them, let go of it, keep it as a grudge or just go with the flow. But it's different for everyone. You see, when a person constantly gets hurt by others and finally finds someone that they know it in their heart that they won't do or cause harm to them, they cherish it.
But when that same person they trusted, hurts them beyond belief—everything they built shatters to pieces. Their prior love and care for them starts to turn bitter and nasty. That meant that their love turned to anger and sadness. That specific person to the League was (Y/n). They had good times together, she cared for them when no one else did. So why didn't she choose them? Why couldn't she? Why was it so hard for her to choose them? It wasn't that simple for (Y/n) (L/n). That's what the Lesgue didn't understand. And that's why their love for her started to fade into bitter hatred.
They didn't know why she stood there and let them hurt her. It only upset them further. "I should've known. Master was wrong, you're just like everyone else." "I suggest you get..close to her, I'm sure she would be easy to crack." He only got close to her because All For One said so, not because he actually felt anything for her. That's what he was trying to manipulate himself to think. "You know...I really love you guys, right?" So why were they hurting her? The blue haired girl didnt know if she understood or not. "Please just get out (Y/n). Please don't go."
Tears streamed down her face once she looked at her stomach getting impaled by Toga, but she could feel Dabi's hands burn through her jacket and it started to burn her skin. Most of all, Tomura had his hands around her neck. All five fingers of each hand placed onto her skin—disintegrating her skin that steadily healed over and over again. She still adored them. Adored them enough to know that she was causing them more harm than good. Twice, Spinner and Mister couldn't bear seeing the scene. So they opted to wait until she left. "That's fine..." Her hands raised to place them on Tomura hands.
"You guys were saving me this whole time..." Her eyes shined over in a blue glow, "It'll be my turn soon. So I hope you wait for me." Her hands started to burn his skin. And they jumped back before she sped out of the abandoned building. "(Y/n)..." She was running faster than she ever did before, the wind dried the tears that spilled out. "Shut up. I know you guys told me. I know SO SHUT UP!!" Sadness turns into anger. Love turns into resentment. But all those bitter feelings that (Y/n) had was aimed at herself. Not at the League, not at the former users, not Aizawa, not anyone but herself—for being so selfish.
For being so selfish she turned to other people that needed it more than her. She didn't deserve everything they gave her, wether it had been material or mental. She didn't deserve having them by her side if she was going to end up hurting them either way, because she was doing it this entire time without realizing it. She had her anger and resentment aimed at herself now. How she thinks it should've been in the first place. She ran aimlessly, like she's done her entire life. It was the only thing she was good at at this point. "You have to slow down before you go over your limits and get hurt."
"JUST SHUT UP!! IT'S MY PROBLEM IF I GET HURT!" (Y/n) wanted them gone. She wanted everyone gone, she wanted herself gone most of all. She didn't want to yell at anyone, she just wanted them to leave her alone. She didn't want some stupid heroic pep talk. She just wanted everything to feel okay. She started shaking her hands as she ran. She took deep breaths in and out, she was having a panic attack. Everything seemed so simple but it wasn't. So many emotions that she had were getting in the way, she hated it so much. The people in her mind vanished completely.
It was time for (Y/n) do realize things by herself, they warned her about the villains and she didn't listen. She had to learn that things didn't always turn out how she wanted. Even if she knew that more than they thought. The tears weren't drying anymore, she didn't realize when she had stopped. She was bouncing on her feet—trying to keep herself from hyperventilating. She was failing, obviously. "Stop it. It's fine." She would find a solution out right? "Stop crying. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay." The tears just didn't want to stop, they were stinging her eyes.
The blue haired girl was semi-glad that her eye makeup was waterproof and not running down her face. But that was the least of her worries right now. The thing is that, when (Y/n) (L/n) loses control of her quirk while she's in a bad state of mind—it's not gonna be pretty. Especially if the former users aren't there to hold back (Y/n) from using their quirks to their full extents—as well as her's. She inhaled and exhaled shakily, as she bounced on her feet to shake off the panic attack—she rubbed her hand on her chest as if it would physically soothe the ache in her heart. "Gonna be okay." It was not going to be okay.
Maybe if anywhere else was there with her—they would've noticed that. Maybe even warned her. But neon veins briskly spread all around her body, it wasn't just on her arms and around her eyes or face this time. It was everywhere. If she didn't get in control of her emotions—she wouldn't be able to get in control of her quirk. Unease set itself in the wind. Animals all around—fled at the tension and or hid in with the help of whatever habitat they lived in. She wanted to throw up, she wanted to scream, she wanted for the dam to break so she finally feel some relief. But things wouldn't always be fixed that way, it would only be temporary.
At some point, she had lost sense of time. "Gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." The blue haired girl always got through it. "You're gonna be just fine." Did she? "Don't let it out." She would hurt someone if she did. Would she? Where was she? She didn't know where she was. "It's fine. They're better off without you. Stop crying." In and out, in and out. Her quirks were raging harder than she's ever felt them rage. Clouds started to form. Dark narrowed eyes watched from afar in interest. Her heart rate spiked and kept climbing. That's when a high pitched sound started surround her.
The sound gradually got higher and higher. All of her quirks boiled under her fingers. (Y/n) felt the plants surrounding get dried of all of their water. With every tiny step she took (she stopped bouncing) the ground cracked. Wind circulated her panicking form and the oxygen surrounding started to get denser and denser with the rapidly elevating heat and static levels. Energy, fire, electricity—all started to buzz, crackle and zap within her hearing range. Thunder rumbled the sky and racked the ground beneath. The sky itself lit up in a pure white color. The flames that nipped at her skin were pure white.
Her eyes started to glow a pure white. The neon blue veins—white. Her hair? White. Instead of blue electricity surrounding her—it was white. There was a second that she stopped. Stopped crying and stopped panicking. Only a split second after, she inhaled a greedy amount of air. A moment of silence that lasted a few seconds. And then the dam shattered to pieces. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Everything around her that was either barely grazed or full on hit—demolished. (Y/n) (L/n) was a useless child. She is a useless child. A useless child that just can't seem to stop fucking things up.
Everything exploded. She exploded. Her chains, they shot out of her, leaving blood in its trails. They were thick and sharply spiked. Her cremation, it burst into millions of flames, all roaring and incinerating everything in its path. They left burns on her body. One For All (excluding the former users quirks) swirled around her when her knees hit the ground and her fists plunged into the ground below her. It shattered everything she touched in an instant and spread, while also creating vast wind currents that blew things everywhere like a tornado. A more...manic one at most.
GodSpeed made all of the friction occurring in the area that moment—hit harder than it would by more than fifty times. The electricity reached the near by prefectures—cutting them of all and any electricity. The quirks of the first and second One For All users were incapable because Yoichi just passed down quirks and the second's was yet to be unlocked. Fa Jin amplified every movement she made by adding vast amounts of kinetic energy. Danger Sense was blaring in her mind—but that was because she was hurting herself. Albeit, not all on purpose. Black Whip was the hardest to manage, it branched and branched endlessly.
Hitting everything in its path, knocking it down and crushing it with full force. While some other of its tendrils grabbed debris and smashed it against other things. Smoke Screen made it hard to see, and it only made the air more suffocating than it already was. And somehow—Float was making everything surrounding her go up and off the ground instead. It was utter chaos. A storm, worse than Kamino and some notches above the battle with her father. She couldn't control it. She couldn't control her anger, the tears streaming down her face non-stop, her self hatred.
Most of all—the consequences of her feeling all of the feelings that she was feeling. The white haired girl was going through excruciating pain, both mental and physical. The storm of pure white going on in the middle of a random desert was affecting (as said) surrounding prefectures. Which meant everything that was happening—everything that was visibly happening from afar—was being watched and documented by everyone near. "Does everyone see this? This is crazy...is it a villain?" Similar comments to that one were piled on top of each other everywhere.
In the U.A dorms, class A watched the large TV—watching the emergency news warning. "Just now—there had been an abundance of reports coming in hot in the police station. It appears to be a giant storm of???" The new reporter turned to another persons general direction until they turned back with the same confusion. "It seems that no one knows exactly what this storm is made of but it's in the middle of the Tottori Sand Dunes." There we're multiple trees all around the rim of the dunes that made it harder to see. "Fortunately, no one is hurt but the heroes are already making their way there."
"Damn, all the way in Tottori?" Kaminari's eyebrows shot up for a quick second and then returned to normal. "Hey...doesn't that look like...?" Asui furrowed her eyebrows and Midoriya felt chills go down his spine. It was One For All, "It's her." Everyone paused and then placed all of their attention on the screen. "But (Y/n) all the way in Tottori? That doesn't make any sense..." Sero intertwined his hands and placed them on his chin in contemplation. "But that storm, it's her quirks for sure. But...they're all white? And they're-" Kirishima was cut off, "Growing in size...??"
"Oh my. What beautiful destruction you've made just from your emotions." (Y/n) could hear a distinct murmur much less louder than her quirks—which were tearing her apart. "But you're getting hurt. That's not really fun." A shadow invaded her peripheral vision. "Please...get back." Her voice was monotone, glitchy and awfully deeper and rougher than its soft silky low tone. "If you're worried—don't be. I won't get hurt. But you on the other hand..." Someone circled around her and placed their hand on her cheek. They slid their fingers down her jaw and to her chin to tilt her head upwards.
(Y/n) didn't know what to feel anymore, that's why she had a creepily empty expression on. The tears were still streaming down her face, wether she knew it or not. She was met face to face with a young man, fairly long dark hair and matching dark eyes. His lips were dark as well, maybe lipstick or something. She noticed something, "You're...not hurt." She tried her best to stand up in the condition she was in. She was feeling everything at once, but nothing at all at the same time. "You can't hurt me (Y/n) (L/n)." She hummed, that turned into a sharp wince at the throbbing headache that developed.
Her mind grew hazy and her powers doubled, "Who're you?" Her vision faded in and out, Ryuk watched her pupils expand and dilate all over the place. "Y'know. I've never seen such a beautiful human cry before. You're so weird." He was messing around with her face—poking her abstract features. "Do you want me to make it stop?" The blue haired girl's head limped to the side in confusion. "Stop what?" He blinked at her, "I'll help you regain control. Isn't that what you want? Control. So you don't hurt anyone else in your life?" She perked up at that, "Yes." He had his palm on her cheek bone and his fingers in her hair. He pushed her closer to him and angled her head upwards.
He leaned in for a kiss.
-kiyo (10523 words)