SATURDAY, 4:26 PM; LEAGUE OF VILLAINS' HIDEOUT – ???, JAPAN
"Y/N..."
"That... That's my name..." she repeated louder this time, thinking they didn't hear her earlier; she sweatdropped. Why do they keep calling her name?
Heavy footsteps were heard, getting louder as they came closer; she turned her head around, seeing Mirio back on his feet and getting ready to swing a punch at the man who Y/N still didn't know.
Click.
"???"
Y/N turned back around, seeing a gun in the man's hands. Aiming it at Mirio, his index finger was ready to push down onto the trigger. As if her thought process was more delayed than usual, Y/N could only watch as the bullet popped out of the head of the gun, the small ball flying towards Mirio; the little ball was close to its destination. She didn't have to think twice before she ran in between the older boy and the bullet, swerving as a human shield for Mirio.
Feeling a little pressure push down onto her shoulder blade, she sighed in relief. It didn't hit him, thank goodness.
Silence filled the air, Overhaul shocked at how she fast was to get in the way. Mirio's eyes were widened, his eyes looking at Y/N in the eyes before they travelled to where the bullet had hit her. A small splotch of red was seen around the bullet wound, the fabric of her costume absorbing the blood. Her wound looked painful, but she looked as though she didn't feel pain at all. Midoriya, however, felt pain just seeing her get shot. Not only had he imagined how much it must've hurt getting shot, but his heart also aches seeing her get hurt.
"That was close." Y/N smiled as if nothing happened. "We can't have you getting more hurt than you already are." She, once again, carried Mirio back to where Sir Nighteye was resting, wanting him to wait there as well. She observed the deep red slash that was carved into his arm. She pat his shoulder before going back inside. Take it easy Mirio.
Midoriya looked at Y/N with distraught and terror in his eyes. Why did she come back? He was worried that her wound would get worse. Y/N on the other hand did not care that she just got shot. In fact, a shot to her was like a paper cut to others. Of course it still hurt, but it was merely a small injury to her.
"Interesting..." Overhaul stands from his squatting position. He observed the girl with dark eyes. Her aura screamed for him to back off, but it only intrigued him more. The power she held, the power she used against All For One at the ward, the information she leaked about herself, her quirkless self that beat the one who possessed such a mess of quirks. What an interesting girl, indeed. Although stating that she's quirkless, He couldn't help but feel suspicious of her. Is she really quirkless as she stated to be? Was she just saying that to hide her true secret? He wanted to know her secrets; all of them. He wanted to know more about her. He was obsessed.
"Y/N, get out of here, it's dangerous!– Ugh!" Midoriya fell backwards from the shaking of the ground, the cement cracking and splitting apart, separating the two from each other. Y/N thought for a bit, feeling a sense of déjà vu. Hadn't Amajiki told her the same thing earlier? Was... was she stealing his thunder too...?
"Midori- I mean Deku, are you okay- oh." An arm wrapped her waist, dragging her along to the rocky platform a little girl was sitting on. She looked to her captor; bird-man cosplayer. He didn't care if she had a bunch of germs on her, especially since she's bleeding right now; he needed to get her while he could.
Still feeling lazy, she let him drag her to the platform. "What're you doing?"
He looked down at her, chuckling behind his mask. "What do you think?"
What did she think? Haha, no idea. She honestly didn't care. Y/N say cross-legged next to the little girl after reaching the platform; back slouched and hands resting on her knees. She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. The little girl next to her stared at her wound with slight terror.
"Hm?" Y/N looked back at her, smiling. "Hello."
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"Not much of a talker, are you?"
Rumble. Rumble. Rumble. The platform beneath her started to shake. Small scared noises coming from the little girl next to her were heard, her small hands holding onto Y/N's yellow costume.
"???" Y/N looked down, the ground getting further and further away from her.
"Y/N! Eri!" Midoriya cried out from the bottom, his figure getting smaller and smaller.
"Ah," Y/N started, stamping her fist onto her palm. "So your name is Eri." She turned to the child who was still clutching Y/N's arm for dear life as the platform moved higher and higher.
"You two..." Y/N looked at Overhaul who was staring at them through the corner of his eye. "...are mine."
"???" Y/N's face distorted into a disgusted and sour one. Who was this creepy guy, and what does he think he's saying? Saying that to two underage girls? She made a mental note to report this man to the police for what he said.
"Oh. It's Deku." She spotted an electrified ball of green jumping up– jumping high enough to make her think Midoriya really did know how to fly. As soon as her freckled friend made it to the top, he tackled Overhaul off of the platform. Y/N gained curiosity, crawling over to the end of the platform behind her to see what was going on. The two fighting males shortly rose up, this fight turning into a midair battle. She watched in amazement, thinking that the scene in front of her looked like something she's seen in an action anime she watched in junior high school.
"Wah, so cool-" Y/N looked over to Midoriya's face which was faced towards her, his mouth forming words. "What?! What did you say?!" Y/N yelled, cupping her ear and leaning her upper body closer.
"Y/N! Grab... jump... wait for me!"
"Huh?" Y/N was having a hard time hearing what the boy was saying. She couldn't blame him though. He was in the middle of a battle after all.
"Grab... Eri... don't jump...!"
"Grab Eri and jump down?! Okay!" Y/N stood up, stepping towards the smaller female and picking her up. Midoriya watched in terror, his body fighting Overhaul but his eyes worriedly glancing at the two.
"We're going on a little skydiving trip, okay? Hold onto me." Y/N smiled at Eri before jumping off of the who-knows-how-tall-platform, a calm expression on her face. Meanwhile, Eri was screaming her lungs out into Y/N's neck where she was hiding her face in. Y/N couldn't lie; this felt more thrilling than any fight she's been apart of.
She landed safely onto her feet with a 'plop', Eri still in her arms. She looked up at the sky, a giant brownish-pinkish figure looming over her and Midoriya standing on a cracked building.
Well would you look at that.
He really became bird-man.
Y/N's shoulders bounced a bit as she laughed. Huh? What was this? Her unwounded shoulder felt damp. She looked at Eri whose face was stained with tears as more fell onto Y/N's costume.
"Eri? Are you okay?" The little girl looked up, feeling less shaken up after examining Y/N's soft features and calm expression. She was feeling better until she looked behind the older female's head. "Hm?" Y/N turned around to see what she was looking at.
"One For All... Full Cowling... 100%... SMAASHHH!!" Midoriya kicked Overhaul straight up, sending him backwards caused by the strong impact of the kick, their figures lingering in the air.
"Wow. Home run." Y/N continued to watch the fight, her shoulder then going back to being a towel for Eri's tears. Her face distorted into one of confusion, fascination, and disgust as she watched Overhaul disassemble and reassemble whatever he used to make his bird. Bigger, stronger, beefier, lengthier limbs were assembled.
Overhaul eyed the two girls on the ground, his plans running through his mind. He would free this world from quirks for the better. He needed those two to help him, and he would do everything he could to snatch those two away.
As for Midoriya, he wasn't backing down. He would do everything he could to prevent them from being taken away. If he couldn't save those two in front of him, how will he be able to become a hero that saves everyone?
A fire grew in Midoriya's eyes, fury burning in his soul, his fist ready to punch its way through Overhaul to bring the chaos he's been bringing to an end.
One hit.
Just like her.
That's all he needs.
Just like her.
To be able to bring him down with one punch.
Just like her.
He pulled his fist back even further, snapping through the air, ramming into Overhaul; limbs breaking off, bodies falling back down from the air, a weakened Chisaki Kai, a passionately overdriven Midoriya Izuku.
The freckled hero breathed heavily, his eyes traveling to Eri and Y/N, thankful that they were safe. His gaze especially lingered on Y/N. He smiled weakly.
"Thank you... for pushing me even further than I thought I would go."
TUESDAY, 5:03 PM; GENERAL HOSPITAL – MUSUTAFU, JAPAN
"And so I said, 'that isn't a scorpion, that's a lobster'! Hahaha!"
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"Ha... ha..." Y/N cleared her throat , eyes averting away from the girl who was staring at her with confusion. Maybe she didn't share the same humor as Eri. Tough crowd. "Uhm, want some oranges?" She held a small orange out to Eri who was still just staring at her. Y/N rubbed her bandaged shoulder, feeling awkward. She decided to peel the orange anyways.
The door to the hospital room both Eri and Y/N were treated in opened. Midoriya, Mirio, and the tall glasses-wearing guy from Saturday were standing at the entrance.
"Oh, hello." Y/N smiled gently and waved at the three. The three stepped into the room and stood in front of the two girls' beds.
"Y/N," Midoriya smiles back, his eyes tearing up. "I-I'm glad you're okay."
"Yeah, that bullet wound looked nasty when I saw it!" Mirio smiled before looking down shamefully. "I mean, it is my fault..." Y/N waved it off.
"Nah, I'm fine. I barely felt it."
"But it was so deep that you had to be in the hospital for three days..." he mumbled.
"It's nothing, really. Anyways, are you guys fine? You all were fighting pretty hard."
"Yup! Good as new!" Mirio put both of his arms up, flexing them. Midoriya held a thumbs up, smiling, eyes still full of tears ready to spill of course. Y/N looked at the older man standing behind the two teenagers.
"Uh, are you okay? You looked pretty hurt that day too..." The man pushed his glasses up with his ring finger before looking at her. Wow. Such intensity and seriousness in his eyes.
"Ah, that's right. This is my boss, Sir Nighteye. You may know him; he's a pro hero with his own agency." Mirio informed her. Y/N only nodded along, pretending to know who the man was. Of course, she didn't know because as she's said before, she didn't know many heroes. "He wanted to come along to personally thank you for saving him."
Nighteye stepped forward, kneeling in front of her and bowing his head in gratitude.
"Young Y/N, words cannot express how grateful I am. If it weren't for you who came along, I would have been deceased. Of course, that event wasn't one I foresaw, so I truly was surprised. Again, thank you for saving my life."
Y/N shook her head. "It's all good. But..." Nighteye stood back up, looking at her with anticipating eyes. She held up her partly peeled orange. "Orange you glad I arrived to the scene on time?"
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"... Heh."
"Oh! You laughed!" Y/N was overjoyed.
Perhaps it was fate for her to save him; a gift from the heavens up above, blessing her by letting her meet someone with the same humor. Perhaps they were tired of seeing and hearing the awkward silences after every joke she told too.