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Chapter 35: The Pact
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Chapter 35: The Pact
"That is why they went for the kill and are trained for it. Quirk spirits are more dangerous than any villain. Ideally, we capture and detain them here or in another location. Still, if capture proves impossible, we must do what we can to protect people." Inko told them, as she knew that her work, their world, was not cut and dry and, in many instances, went against the ideals of heroism, but it was necessary. Before her, such beasts would go unchallenged; it was blind luck that they hadn't acted out sooner.
“That’s what I wished to show you, what I wanted you all to understand about things.” She finished with a sigh, turning a wary eye towards Nezu. “So…what is your response.”
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The air in the underground boardroom became thick with unbearable, suffocating tension. Despite the warm morning hues and clouds of the city skyline broadcast across the false windows, everyone focused on Inko and Nezu, the two leaders of the two groups.
The mother and scientist faced off against her pro-hero and educator adversary as if they were two generals trying to peer into the minds of the other as they drew up their war plans. Neither made a move, though, choosing instead to watch the other. For Inko, it was to see how the principal and hero would react, but for Nezu…well, she couldn't tell.
Nezu's small frame and rodent-like features betrayed nothing of what he thought. His gaze remained locked on her, and only her. He measured, deliberated, and calculated as he digested her words and the weight of her actions. Nezu had every reason to arrest her, see this place exposed, investigate, and then ultimately destroy it.
If she was being honest with even just half of her claims, she would be spending the rest of her life locked away in Tartarus, and that is the UN didn’t hear of this, in which case, they might send her to some other prison for those that could threaten not just the security of one country, but threaten global security. Of course, her child and godson would face similar penalties, just like everyone else involved in this shadow operation. Izuku and Yuga's ages wouldn’t mean much when they were legal adults by most countries’ definitions.
And yet…that wouldn't be the right call. Not when she had revealed a hidden world to them and how aspects of that world could help people-did help people but could also threaten everything. A pawn she was not if he thought about this in terms of some grand chess game, and if she was was far too valuable to disregard.
Detective Tsukauchi, who sat to Nezu's immediate left, exhaled sharply. His arms crossed as every muscle wound tight. Unlike Nezu, he wasn't a hero or an educator charged with nurturing the next generation. He was a man of the law whose concern was seeing the law enforced and, failing that, tracking down and arresting those who violated it.
It's safe to say that even a rookie could tell you that Inko and her ilk had broken at least a dozen separate laws. Those were just because she had an entire underground research and development center that didn't exist in any records he knew about. That alone could land her some prison time or a hefty fine if she had an exceptional lawyer, but her research into quirks and unlicensed experiments regarding them?
She would never see the light of day again. But just like Nezu, he wasn't so dogged in his pursuit of justice that he couldn't consider the situation, and, dammit, was this one of the most morally complex he had come across in his career.
Inko, for her part, remained composed under the weight of their scrutiny. It was to be expected when she had just thrown so much at them. She had laid it all on the table, all her cards, so now she just had to wait for their decision on things, but she was willing to bet that they couldn't make any moves against her…at least, not yet.
The rest were similarly drawn into things, as the other adults in the room were at some level of stress or pensive as they rolled what they had learned over the morning in their heads. Aizawa, for one, wished that shit wasn't so complicated, but it served him, right? He was the one who always said that life was unfair and heroes needed to confront that; it looked like this time, it was him and the rest that needed to confront things.
The students were more worried than anything else. They were mainly drawn to how massive, well-organized, and cool the entire place was. They had even witnessed a ceremony where a formerly quirkless child gained one, something they had all been born with and that, in some shape or form, affected their lives- and someone just got it like one would get fillings at the dentist.
Shoji wondered, if only for a moment if the boy or his parents had been aware of how that newly acquired quirk would change their appearance. He had kept an eye on them as soon as he realized it, but that parental love didn't dim for even a second. To them, their son was the same person he had always been. He just now had something everyone else had, and that was where they stopped.
Bakugo couldn't stop thinking about that, as his entire life, he had been the best. He had been the strongest, he got the best grades, and was as fearless as they came. His quirk only added to his glory, a sign that he was born for glory. And yet, that wasn't the case, as Auntie could just make quirks and seemingly pick and choose which ones to give to people. That was how Deku and Frenchie got theirs, right? Why did Deku have such a broken quirk that could do so many things? Was all that to upstage him? To make it seem that his natural-born talent didn't mean anything?
Todoroki's thoughts didn't go in such, though he wasn't thinking about anything positive. Inko's work… made the whole idea of quirk marriages pointless. Why must you marry someone with the right quirk when you could create one and have your kid take that?
His scar burned as he remembered the cost of that decision, the ruined childhood, the isolation, the anger, the hatred, the obsession from his father that served as the catalyst for all of it. If he had known about this, would…would he have never gone it? Or would he have only gotten worse now that he didn't need to rely on the luck of the genetic draw?
For the rest, their minds shifted from the ceremony to what Inko had just told them. The idea that one's quirk lived on even when one died seemed crazy, but they saw one kept in what looked like a fancy box. Those like Yanagi and Tokoyami thought of it as spooky, akin to modern-day Yōkai, which, they couldn't lie, was interesting to them. Others like Jiro and Yaoyorozu were worried about the idea of creatures they couldn't typically perceive nor damage just running amok till they got bored or someone else stepped in, and if that beast was too strong, even that might be enough.
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"Well, you've certainly given me much to consider, professor. But before I say my answer, shall I get some questions?" Nezu eventually spoke up, his poker face being one of the best Inko had ever seen, if not the best, as she couldn't make any readings on him.
“Of course.” She nodded.
"You've made it your business to combat these quirk spirits, as you call them, and that violent ones stem from violent ends; what do you do with that information?" Nezu asked as it would make sense that if they could converse with them, it would be the same as having the dead speak at their own murder trial.
“We pass it along to the press or law enforcement and let them handle it. How things go from there isn’t our responsibility.” Inko replied, the detective being extremely interested in that part. Even if he didn't work in murder or cold cases often, such information would be invaluable—provided, of course, it wasn't gained through illegal means and could be backed up.
“Do you contact the families of those who once held those quirks?” Nezu asked another question, to which Inko, Yuga, Izuku, and Saiko frowned.
“No, it wouldn’t be right to do so. We wouldn’t even be able to explain how we knew them.” She left out the part where they would need to explain how they got those final words from their loved ones. It wasn't like quirks were indeed the spirits of the departed anyway, just aspects of them.
“Was there any ulterior motive for Izuku and Yuga to be enrolled in my school?" Nezu asked, his eyes never leaving Inko. When his staff did that, they didn't need to, while the students were much more blatant about it. To their credit, both boys frowned, not because they were caught, but out of offense of the implication there was wrongdoing to be found.
“No, like with Ms. Fuwa and the other students you saw, they merely wished to become heroes with the quirks they now have.” Inko kept her professionalism up, even if she felt like Nezu slighted her and her son through his crude questioning. “Though one way one could look at it would be helping to ensure less people’s quirks turn violent.” She headed off the follow-up before he could ask it.
Nezu's smile didn't change as he leaned forward, his hands together on the table. “And how many students across the country owe their quirks to you?”
“Confidential.” Inko denied him that information, but he didn't seem to mind all that much; she suspected he was judging whether she would volunteer it.
“Have you ever given your quirks to a hero?” Nezu asked a question that wasn't bad.
“No.”
“Would you be willing to create or otherwise grant quirks to others who already have them? Like you said, we can’t handle this threat as we are.” Nezu asked another good question as she again suspected it wasn't some support item but their quirks that allowed those like her son to combat this threat. And it wouldn't be outside rationality to extend that to heroes she could vet and trust.
“That’s not possible.” Inko shook her head as if only it was that simple.
Nezu’s poker face didn’t break, didn’t crack, didn’t so much as twitch as he pressed things. “And the reason?”
"First of all, how would any of you explain just gaining some new quirk or never-before-seen abilities to your quirks?" Inko asked, countering with perhaps the most apparent reason against giving well-known people new abilities.
“Second, you seem to overestimate my abilities. I can create quirks, yes. I can limit them in their scope and abilities, yes-but it’s still the bleeding edge of the field, so there are still things we just don't know, and one of them is how to design quirks as we want them; there is always some level of randomness to it. As was the case with both Yuga and Izuku's quirks." She added.
While they were quirks that could be easy enough to do, perhaps giving someone like Cementoss the capacity to control the materials most bricks were made of would strengthen them. An ideal way would be a quirk that could compliment the user in ways that could be explained as some sort of awakening. However, awakenings were themselves rare and always got additional scrutiny, and even that, it would be hard to find quirks that could pass for that in their catalog.
“Thirdly, as you all witnessed, the ceremony isn’t just for show. A quirk needs to accept you as you accept it. We’ve never done research on how one would react to an adult, never mind someone who already has a quirk. The results could prove…dangerous.” Inko looked away there, an action mimicked by those present in the know, which only made the rest worry. They've had near misses, sometimes quirks for a little…excited, but no serious injuries, at least nothing medical couldn't handle.
“Last question,” Nezu’s smile finally cracked, growing wider. “What does the term All for One mean to you?”
Saiko, Izuku, and Yuga were as lost as the rest, bar the detective and All Might. The number's frown grew all the more prominent as he hoped that this wouldn't come up, but also that it would in a paradoxical way. Inko's eyes widened, just a little, but it was enough for Nezu to spot it. He figured his detective ally was the same as the woman leaned back, trying to regain some of that last ground.
Inko's eye went over the assembled group, wondering about their presence for this when the history books went out of their way, not to mention…him. "Do you wish to speak of such things in the present company?” As she expected, her question only fed into the curiosity of those present, including her baby boy, who, bless his soul, was like her when it came to stuff like this.
"Well, if we're putting our cards on the table, I want to do the same," Nezu explained, taking full advantage of his victory over her.
‘Sure, that’s one way to frame it.’ Inko thought to herself but kept it as just that. "I know of the name; they're a villain. Probably one of the worst the world has ever seen, though we know little about them. There aren't even public records of their real name or picture. They seemed content to commit their evils from the shadows or through proxies." She explained.
She would honor her friends in the Aoyamas by not mentioning how, at one point, they contemplated contacting him to get their son a quirk. It wouldn't be right if the heroes tried looking into them now, even if she made it clear they never made contact, which was years ago.
"Though that was most of it, something about them seemed to link any story or whisper about them." Inko pursed her lips, a shiver working through her. “The ability to steal and give quirks.”
"Wait, wait, hold on. Are you telling me that there's a villain that can take quirks? Like just…grab them and run?" Ashido asked, interrupting the conversation. She wasn't the only one shocked to hear that such a villain existed. All the students seemed stunned and horrified by that. They were still trying to figure out what Inko's deal was, but they could at least believe she wasn't a villain.
A faceless, nameless villain didn’t get that kindness and the idea that someone could and did steal something so…vital to someone’s identity and self like a petty thief would your wallet. The smarter students between them, from Saiko Izuku to Momo and Shoto, also started to wonder about why Nezu would bring up that figure, and what they came to was…disturbing, but Saiko and Izuku found it incredibly insulting that he would dare-
"There was, though they've been quiet for years now. I always assumed that, like organized crime, they were eventually captured by All Might or forced to ground." Inko continued, her gaze shifting to All Might momentarily before it went to Vlad and Eraser, who had been present during the mess. "That was…till the USJ."
“That Nomu,” Kendo spoke up, recalling what she heard those present for the fight said. “Midoriya said its quirks were stolen, and the villain didn’t deny it, so saying that-!”
Inko nodded. "Yes, it seems that our mysterious quirk thief has resurfaced, and with his old playbook of using proxies, all the reward, none of the risk." Inko was scared, as any sensible person would, but deeper than that, she was more annoyed as All for One wasn't her problem. They had enough on their plate without worrying about some greedy fiend trying to get their hands on her work.
“But Nezu didn’t bring up the name for that. No, I would bet my favourite Crystal dolphin figurine that the principal already had such suspicions.” Inko continued, her gaze gaining a sense of fury and power. She was no mere civilian, housemaker, or any other term used to describe those who blended.
Her son inherited much from her, including her willpower, determination, and righteous fury that seemed nearly inhumane. It was all directed towards the creature that dared to insult her character. “What you’re asking is if I’ve had dealings with him? After all, a thief of quirks would love to get his hands on my research or its fruits.”
Silence fell at her words as the students gulped just from being in proximity to Inko's carefully controlled wrath; Bakugo found himself realizing this was why his Old Hag was friends with Auntie. It wasn't just that they were polar opposites; it was that she, too, possessed a will and fury to her.
All Might took felt it, though he focused more on her response, as that alone told a lot about where she stood with All for One and made it clear that the professor was well aware of his nature and how valuable her research would be to that monster.
"I never said such a thing," Nezu replied, unaffected by her intensity.
“So says the man that wished to, what was it? Put his cards on the table?” She threw his words back at him but reigned in her fury, allowing the tension to relax even a little. "I would be insulted if we were more than acquaintances, but you can rest easy. I would sooner destroy everything here than ever work with someone like that. My work is to benefit humanity, not to serve the whims of some power-hungry despot, to the tyranny of the masses."
To which Nezu clapped his hands, cutting through the mood like a hot knife through butter. “Well then, I’m satisfied. You can be assured that your secrets will be safe with the staff of U.A.” He stated, shocking everyone with just how blasé he was. Not done, Nezu turned to his students, who were even less prepared for how unpredictable he could be. “Students, I ask that you do the same.”
“Wait, that’s it?” Izuku asked; this wasn't anything like how things should have gone. There should have been…well, he didn't know, but more than that!
“You’re sold?” Saiko was just as stumped by it; even with her tea-boasted intelligence, she found no reason why Nezu would just…accept like that.
“Oh, heavens no!” Nezu laughed it off, enjoying how he threw the entire room off their game. “But it would be foolish to stop things now. We can hammer out details later, but it would prove beneficial if we were to join our strengths to protect the people. Or would you rather let these spirits just move about unchallenged?" Nezu directed the question to his staff and Tsukauchi, who, despite their misgivings about this for many reasons, couldn't outright disagree.
“Well, no-" The lawman started, but Nezu had already turned his attention back to Inko.
“I do have one condition for you, professor.”
Sweating a little from how this wasn’t going anywhere close to her assumptions, Inko played it safe. “And what would that be?”
"You're taking on a part-time lecturer job!”
“…I’m sorry, what?” Inko asked, her mind seemingly blue-screening, and she wasn't the only one. Just what the hell was Nezu thinking? Was she offering her a job?
"So much knowledge is out of our reach, and I can't expect you to just hand over all of it. surely, you can aid us in teaching the next generation how to handle such threats or, at least, contain them." Nezu explained his reasoning, at least part of it.
“What could I even teach?” Inko asked, trying to figure out his game, but Nezu's poker face remained impassable.
"Well, we've been considering creating a quirk science class, mainly for the support course, so they'll have a better understanding of them, but we could have something whipped up for our second-year hero students so they'll better able to judge the powers of villains in the field," Nezu stated, a little too gleeful at the offer. However, one thing was clear for everyone present.
Nezu was a puzzle no human could ever truly solve, and he enjoyed making them sweat trying.
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Eventually, despite the curveball Nezu threw into the conversation, they came to an agreement. Inko will take on a teaching job at U.A., starting in a few weeks. Still, in the meantime, they'll open their files on investigations for the detective so he can ensure they get to the right people. Also, as promised, no word about the facility, its staff, or what happened within its walls would be spoken to anyone outside it. Nezu stresses that if they are to discuss it, it should only be in vague terms and in good company.
Inko wouldn't give them the means to fight, but she could give them the means to see the threat. Each of them was gifted lenses that allowed them to see quirks. Custom orders were made for a few of them, such as Eraser desiring his permanent lenses to be installed into his goggles.
Once they got them, they were permitted to explore the facility's less sensitive areas. However, as soon as they were dismissed, Aoyama and Midoriya found themselves taken by their classmates somewhere they could talk without the adults in the room.
That happened to a free workshop, recently cleaned and large enough for a group of 40. “Were you ever going to tell us about any of it?” Jiro started this bluntly, her arms crossed, though she felt hurt by all of them.
They didn't miss how Aoyama, Midoriya, and this strange third girl, Intelli, shared a look. Once again, they had a wordless conversation before Midoriya replied, “No.”
"Why? Aren't we friends? We would never have earned your trust," Ojiro asked. Sure, they hadn't known each other long, but they had gotten along great, and they would have only grown closer as they continued to study to be heroes together.
“It’s not that it’s…” Midoriya paused, his face twisting as he leaned against the workbench. “It’s a burden we didn’t want to share with you.”
“Because it’s super illegal?” Kirishima frowned as Midoriya shook his head.
“No, because it takes a toll on you. You heard how violent quirks are formed, right?” Midoriya asked, and when they nodded, he continued.
"Well, it's something else entirely to fight them. Some might just scream and rage, but others…others cry out at what befell their holders. The sins they suffered, the tragedy that was their final moments…" He couldn't finish; he didn't need to, as they could get the picture. None of them ever thought they, as heroes, would be in such a situation. Maybe they would be called to a domestic dispute and need to defend the aggressor, but then both parties would still be alive.
That didn't happen with quirks, as one side was dead by that point. As heroes, they couldn't protect them-not when it was too late. They could find justice, but thinking about it, wouldn't it have been better if the victims were still alive to see the guilty punished, to see that what happened to them was wrong? Worse, could they picture themselves having to fight in a similar situation?
Aoyama, in a rare instance, wasn’t sparking or smiling. He just seemed tired. “We’re training to be heroes. We should fight to stop that. To hunt evil-does and shine a light on the world. But this job…all we can do is clean up the mess that evil leaves and hurt victims to prevent them from hurting others."
Aoyama’s face grew haunted, memories recalling in the forefront of his mind. “And sometimes…sometimes there’s no other way but to give them rest.”
“Like at the USJ?” Hagakure uttered; even if she hadn't been present for his final strike, she had been for when he had just chosen the lethal option right off the bat. She had thought he didn't feel anything with how quick he made the choice, but maybe it was something else.
“I wish I had another way, maybe if I was smarter, faster, stronger. If I was better than…” Aoyama slipped, speaking French before he stopped, taking a breath and sighing, looking at the floor. “The worst part…the worst part is that we’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. Because how can we say one quirk is worth the same as the lives of those that could be lost if we don’t act?”
Yanagi started to put the pieces together like Iida and Kamakiri. It wasn't that Aoyama didn't value the quirks and the lives they might have lived. But he valued those still living more, and even though it hurt just to consider being in that situation, that was Aoyama's choice. It felt like crap, absurd even. Heroes saved lives, full stop…but this was a lot more complicated than they wished it was.
"You did all you could and…" Yaoyorozu was the one who spoke, approaching Aoyama as Intelli offered Midoriya a shoulder to learn on. Momo hugged Aoyama, trying to confer whatever relief she could. “That’s all we could hope for.”
“And yet, I still feel like a failure.” They still heard Aoyama's muffled response.
Gathering his wits, Midoriya took over. "The second reason we didn't want to tell you is because of how my quirk works."
“What does that mean?” Bakugo asked, the blonde keeping whatever aggression he felt in check. This needed his full attention, and he would get answers.
Midoriya looked over the group. “Can any of you tell me its name?”
"I've heard you call it Faunalution," Jiro replied, though those at the plaza were confused. Was what Midoriya called out something else? Like an attack name or phrase?
Midoriya nodded. “That isn’t its name, or rather that it’s faux nom. The quirks created in these labs are unique in that to truly gain ownership of them, you must learn their true names, which are created from the moment they form a bond with you."
It wasn't something they would know, having been born with their quirks. While they might have only manifested when they were 4, they've had them for years, so perhaps they didn't need to train and bond with their quirks to build up that intimacy.
Of course, Midoriya couldn't know that Uraraka could understand that part, at least a little, as One for All is a power that she gained much later in life, and one that she was still struggling to understand as it wasn't like she could just say 'Boom' and she could punch like All Might, not if she wanted not to break her bones…again.
"It's not so easy as asking, even if your quirk's willing to tell you; if you're not ready-you won't hear it," Midoriya added as Tokage was about to ask what seemed like a sensible question. He didn't have a means to describe it, as it was different for most, but what was common was that if you weren't ready, you'd hear anything but your quirk's true name, even just silence, as was the case with him.
“So, you have to come up with other names to call, then?” Sero asked as that seemed like a universal experience for them. Most picked their quirk names as kids, of course, and they had their parents and doctors with them to make sure what they landed on wasn't…well, terrible or childish, as one you picked, the name couldn't legally be changed.
"Correct; in my case, my quirk's true name is Seijū Genrin, and from the moment I learned that I learned something that will never allow me to forget why we do what we do," Midoriya uttered, taking a breath as Saiko remained at his side.
"My quirk isn't elemental powers like you all have seen. But rather…my quirk is similar to All for One's."
“You steal quirks?” Kaminari jumped back from him, only for Kendo to smack him upside the head. Even if that were the case, Midoriya wasn’t a villain nor would he just steal their quirks.
"No, I absorb quirk spirits, but only if they're willing," Midoriya explained, which relieved Kaminari of the notion, though Kuroiro was left confused.
“How is that a bad thing? You have at least 3 different ones already. Any of them is incredibly potent; increasing your capacity could handle just about any issue.”
“Kuroiro,” Kendo stopped him before he could say more. The girl paled as she realized why Midoriya was so glum. They don't go for quirks that have a peaceful end. The only way Midoriya would find himself absorbing more would be…"
"Yes," Midoriya stated, the rest catching as they felt sick at the implication. Todoroki, especially as he already rejected his flames, but that was…if his ice had to come through his mother's death, even the death of a stranger…he couldn't bear it. The rest felt the same way, as the entire idea felt like an insult created by a cruel God. What sort of hero gained power through the deaths of the innocent?
“Fuck…” Tokage summed it up nicely.
"It is…not pleasant, but I've learned how to bear with it. Their memories, their pain, I can’t let him consume me as it once nearly did them.” Midoriya at least didn’t need to deal with the nightmares…anymore. He had learned how to keep them at bay, and the spirits did their part to keep their baggage to themselves.
"Still, you shouldn't do it alone. It doesn't matter if you want to tell us or not. We know now, and we can't just do nothing." Yaoyorozu stated.
"Yes, we might not be able to aid you in the battle against these threats, but there must be other ways we can help." Iida agreed with her, as this was not something he thought he'd have to consider, but he'd focus on what he did understand and do as his brother would have.
"Wait, now that we know about it, are we honorary Yōkai hunters?” Honenuki asked, mainly as a joke, but that seemed to be something the rest were more than eager to latch onto.
"Oh, oh, will we get those cool-looking capture balls? They totally look like they came out of pocket monsters!" Komori jumped about.
"I feel like you're missing the point; besides, that can't be how it works." Kaibara pointed out.
“Oh no, it is.” Only for Aoyama to burst that buddle. “We can’t just toss those things as targets and capture them. You need to damage them first.”
While Kaibara’s mind had to reset after hearing how literal monsters operated on the same logic as an century old game franchise, the rest dug deeper. "So, could we just get out and use those?" Tokoyami asked.
"Oh, shit, that sounds so cool. I totally see a funky-looking one!" Ashido yelled, as how sick would it be to have that, maybe one that looked like an alien that'd totally match her vibe!
"If I got one as sturdy as me, it'll be so manly!" Kirishima was with her, imagining one made of stone or just all muscle and could bench a bus.
“You’re still missing the point!” Kendo groaned as she tried and failed to contain them, leading Saiko to approach some of the more sensitive ones.
"Intelli Saiko, and perhaps we should let them have their fun. The day's young, but we've already had some upsets." Intelli introduced herself.
“You work here, hottie?” Mineta slid over to her, trying to act suave though as always it was incredibly ineffective.
Intelli looked down at him, her face unamused before she turned her boyfriend. "He's Mineta, then?"
“That’s right,” Midoriya replied, as she’s already heard some things about Izuku’s classmate’s, same as he had heard about Saiko’s. And for Mineta, not a lot had been good things.
With that in mind, she gave the short boy a gentle smile. "Well, for your information, Mineta. I do, in fact, have a part-time job here. Also, I'm making it clear that should you make advances on me, it won’t end well for you.” Her smile turned deadly as she eyed him, Mineta gulping under her gaze as Aoyama couldn’t help himself.
Laughing, the Frenchmen decided to scare the little guy some more. “Trust me, she’s dealt with perverts at our old school. When such fool in our 2nd year wouldn't take no for an answer, and she kicked him so hard in the balls, he was carried to the nurses' office." As Mineta’s pale grew paler, as he had eyed her legs earlier and saw how plump, but also muscular they were.
If she kicked him…oh shit, his family line would end then and there.
Midoriya couldn’t help but tear up, muttering about how he was so lucky to have her as a girlfriend, much to Jiro’s chagrin but Intelli didn’t mind, in fact, she liked how he would get when she was a little more…domineering. That didn’t change as she eyed Mineta like he was a soccer ball and she was one kick away from winning the game. “And I can think of plenty more ways to handle you, most of which wouldn’t trace back to me, is that understood?”
“C-crystal!” Mineta gave her the fastest salute she had ever seen, but one couldn’t argue with the results as Jiro turned to this new girl, seeing her in a new light.
“I have a feeling I’m going to like you.” Jiro told Intelli.
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The last chapter was much longer than I thought it would be. Frankly, I worried how I would tackle this one for a bit, such as the name for the chapter, before I settled on this as I left things off on quite the cliffhanger, one that essentially breaks a lot of events going forward. Some things might be considered canon events, but others? Well…we'll see, shall we? On other issues, as it's February, the month for love(and expensive chocolate), I might write two chapters for that one-shot thing I have.
