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THREE

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kirishima entered the dorms in a solemn mood. he held a small duffle bag as he beelined for the living room where all his friends and classmates were relaxing.

"oh hey kirishima how was you patrol with fatgum and amajiki-senpai?" his bubbly friend, midoriya asked

kirishima rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, "it was.. eventful to say the least but the whole ordeal has gotten me a little worried"

denki furrowed his brows, "why'd you say that? what happened"

kirishima retold the story of his night in the best possible way that he could from catching you, a vigilante to you potentially having dual quirks and finally, you being detained. he'd left to go home before the verdict of your interrogation could be resolved.

"if she has 2 quirks, wouldn't they technically go hand in hand?" momo interjected

midoriya nodded, agreeing, "yeah like todoroki. even though they're different it kind of has the same motif, that be elemental"

kirishima sighed, plopping next to bakugo who snarled lowly. his blond haired friend was in his usual get up; a black tank top and baggy sweatpants. the time was about 7:50 so it wouldn't be too long until the aggressive male turned in for the night.

"yeah i guess you're right. uh, hey is they anything left to eat? i didn't get the chance to have dinner because of this whole thing,"

mina patted his leg, smiling, "no worries, i'll fix something up for you big guy,"

kirishima thanked her and returned to the conversation. uraraka clasped her chin lightly muttering under her breath, mirroring midoriya's little trait.

"even if her quirks are as compatible as you'd think, she might have more right? that and her get up. this vigilante was dressed up as a babydoll sailor, what does that have to do with anything?"

mina returned with a plate with two chicken sandwiches to which kirishima gratefully accepted, mouth watering. he looked around the common area. more than half the class weren't with them.

aizawa would be returning late so he could sort out things like paperwork. he ate away at his sandwich.

"you should just take it easy kiri. today must've be super tough," he shook his head slightly

"no it's fine. i'm doing okay," he said, his mouth full"

the few of them chuckled.

"um, kirishima, just a thought," sero was the one to speak up this time. he turned around and stared up at him from his seat on the floor "even if amajiki-senpai restrained this girl, wouldn't her teleportation quirk be put in good use by escaping from his hold? granted you don't know the full situation but it's kinda sketchy to me,"

momo hummed in agreement, "that is true. mr. aizawa wasn't even at the scene at the time right?"

kirishima placed his now empty plate not he coffee table before him. why didn't he consider these factors before? his mind wasn't necessarily all over the place at the time. he wasn't overwhelmed so how could he not put these pieces together earlier?

"i don't know you guys. but by what you guys are saying, i think there's more that the heroes had anticipated," he looked at his friends, each in their eyes slowly

bakugo scoffed, "what the hell are you talking about dipshit?

"i-i don't know why for the life of me but— do you guys think that she got herself caught on purpose?"

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TWO

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she stumbled around the city. people around her seemed to part a way around her, earnest to avoid coming into contact with her. y/n's eyes leaked a trail of blood, ultimately ruining her pink pastel aesthetic.

'people are ultimately selfish creatures' she thought, 'here i am walking down the street on my own, bleeding, yet no one gives a damn'

as her own thoughts plagued her mind, a firm grasp placed itself on her left shoulder from behind when she turned, a man of what seemed like african decent came into her filed of vision. he looked like a mustard bag and relish spontaneously combusted onto him.

"you okay there little girl?" he'd spoken

y/n recognized him as the pro hero rock lock by the wooden plank he held in his free hand at his side.

'i wonder if he used his quirk to play catch on his own' y/n thought incredulously

he'd stopped her to look at her face. the operator over the line had told him the the girl from the kidnapping incident earlier that night wore a pastel themed sailor outfit. though that checks out, there was nothing about the little girl crying tears of blood, or a heart shaped tattoo on her forearm.

"i'm fine mr. lock, no need to concern yourself with anything but your duties," y/n tried to turn away and shrug off his shoulder but he wouldn't budge

he replaced his grip onto her forearm this time pulling cuffs from his torso, "well my duties as of right now includes you miss. i don't want any trouble"

he pulled her arms behind her to restrain her. in doing so, y/n's gun fell from her person, skittering away, out of her reach.

seeing how hostile she'd become, he kicked her legs from under her. y/n's eyes glowed red, her pupils dilating.

in a calm voice she spoke "let go of me and walk away,"

rock lock stilled, his mind completely blank as we're his thoughts. he released his hold on her which y/n wasted no time on getting to her feet before ran to grab the firearm. the pro followed her instructions diligently. y/n coughed up blood, a trickle escaping from her mouth in a link or two and took off between the crowd.

before she could get a few feet away, tentacles shot out from behind her, wrapping around her body and even covering her mouth. coming into her line of sight were the internship trio; pro hero fatgum, ua's red riot, and her captor for tonight, newly graduate, suneater.

"you gave us a hell of a fight girlie," the chubby man chuckled, "though you got yourself into a lot of trouble. we're going to have to take you in. sounds good?"

'was that even a question?' y/n struggled, shimmying the little that she could.

with a crack in the back of the neck by red riot, y/n fell limp in suneater's hold before transporting her to a place where she could finally be interogated.

"is this the vigilante we've been looking for all along?" red riot questioned

suneater tugged on his sleeves a bit, depositing the slumped girl in the custody of the police vehicle before grimacing at the specs of blood that were on his hands from her face.

fatgum smiled crescents, "it took a few months but as the descriptions became more clearer, i'm glad this is all over"

red riot looked at the unconscious girl through the window of the car before it pulled off.

'hopefully we can keep her down indefinitely'

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she stood in the streets of musutafu. she looked ditsy in her pastel pink and white sailor dress. the roads were clear and the night was cold. her hands were freezing though she didn't feel chilly at all. there was too much adrenaline pumping through her veins. she hadn't felt this way since she'd gotten her stick. the first time she'd used it. her disgusting middle school teacher. a man who had a wife and kids at home to which they had no idea what he was like outside of work and home.

"don't worry y/n, it's my job to educate you." he drooled as he smiled "you'd always come to me when you had troubles. let me comfort you"

his hand was on his belt the whole time. his other pressed on her lower abdomen. she was yelling, kicking and screaming meanwhile. why did she stay after class? she could've been at home with her aunt by now. the gag in her mouth was soaked at this point. when he'd freed himself, he release some pressure from his palm. she had quick enough movements to pull the gun from her bag before pulling the trigger.

looking at it now, y/n thought is was silly. it was completely white, with plastic wings on it. it looked like a toy as it was completely heart shaped. if she were to tell anyone that she'd gotten it from a sketchy looking website, people would be sure to look at her funny.

after that incident, y/n had gone home. she'd looked a bit disheveled partially from running straight home. she hadn't left her room for the rest of the night. the next day, her teacher was nowhere to be seen. in her peripheral, a flash of what could be headlight caught her eye. y/n collapsed onto the street, eagle-spreading.

it took maybe a minute before the car had stopped to a screeching halt. she heard a car door slam followed by footsteps nearing her.

"hey kid, get out of the street before i run you over," y/n looked at the owner of the voice.

a man with a choppy beard. he looked plastered and his face was screwed as if he'd smelled something foul. the car door opened again and this time a female voice rang out.

"i-is she hurt?" she'd spoken softly almost as if not to provoke harsh actions against her.

"shut the hell up and get back into the car, now!" the man responded

y/n lied there motionless, still staring at the man "we should call the police-"

the man stomped in the direction of the car. y/n's eyes did not follow. though he'd heard several smacks and yelps and pleads from the woman.

"talk about calling the police one more time and i'll kill you, you hear me?"

the woman whimpered. y/n sat upright, standing on her feet seconds after. the man turned to look at her and smirked.

"a loli huh? why're dressed so cutesy? either get out of my way or get in the car. i could have fun with you later."

y/n turned her eyes to the woman. she was sniffling, blueing bruises on her face. she would be pretty had it not been for the welts on her skin and the snot and tears running down her face, ruining her makeup. y/n couldn't identify what she'd been hit with other than the man's fists.

she then spoke for the first time that night, "um, excuse me? lady? pardon my rudeness but how old are you?"

the woman hesitated before quickly answering, "30"

y/n raised her right arm that clenched onto the white firearm, closing one eye and aiming at the man before her.

"what's it too you, you nosy little brat? and what's with he dumb toy?"

she pulled the trigger.

a cloud of pink dusk emerged from the barrel in the shaped of a heart and engolfed the man. he'd disappeared from where he stood.

y/n turned to go not before speaking over her shoulder, "you can call the police now, take care of yourself lady"

with that she dashed away from the scene. the woman pulled out her phone immediately and as she turned away from the car. a heavy though sounded behind her, landing on top of the car. the sound of broken glass and a body dropping startled her.

the operator of the call's voice was distant, questioning whether they could be heard. the woman stared incredulously at the scene. on top of the car, unmoving was the man who had hijacked her car that night and forced her to drive under the consequence that he would do terrible things to her. now he was dead. he'd fallen from 30 feet in the air.

she screamed.

"did you hear? a teacher committed suicide yesterday"

"wait really?"

"yeah! y/n, didn't you say you had to see mr. sayano yesterday?

"who did you think found his body dumbass? he almost landed on top of her after he jumped"