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|Lunch Rush Cafeteria yet again, a few days later…|
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Like per tradition, most of class 1-B sat around a table, enjoying their lunches while chatting energetically. Having just finished a rescue exercise, they were all sitting together to comment on the whole thing.
"I think I need to work on my speed. I almost lost to the timer."
"Yeah, well, at least you didn't get lost before even getting to the objective… Field Gamma seriously messes with my head."
"Didn't the digital watches from the exercise have maps integrated?"
"They did?"
"..."
"Whoopsie daisy."
Amidst the exchange of opinions, Tetsutetsu smiled contentedly as he dug into another bowl of chili.
Itsuka nudged him, looking at him with a dumbfounded look. "Hey, why are you eating chili again? Didn't that end badly last time?"
Testutetsu put down his spoon, pumping his fist with a wide grin.
"It did, but how could I call myself a man if a mere dish can throw me into the bathroom like that? I must eat more of this, and gradually overcome my intestinal weakness, that way, not only will I have steel skin, but a steel stomach too!"
Kirishima let out a "Well said, man!" from the other side of the cafeteria... Probably doing the same thing.
"Um, sure." Itsuka gave him a helpless smile and a thumbs up.
Honestly, she didn't quite get the logic there, but to each their own.
Thus, having his point explained, Tetsutetsu went back to digging on his food—at least, until he paused as he began glancing around in confusion.
"By the way, Kendo, where the hell is Suzaku?"
Setsuna smirked from her seat across the table. "Yeah, I'm almost starting to miss his annoying presence."
"Speak for yourself," Monoma muttered with a scowl.
Itsuka smiled wryly. "He said he was gonna nap in the classroom and come get lunch later. He's been staying up late studying for the exams, so he's lacking some sleep."
Tetsutetsu smacked his forehead. "Ah, the exams! Crap, I totally forgot! I need to study too!"
Everyone at the table stared at him in silence.
As Tetsutetsu laughed awkwardly, Setsuna glanced around and raised an eyebrow.
"Speaking of missing people—where's Sen?"
Monoma casually pointed behind her. "There."
Everyone turned to look, spotting Sen walking toward them with a tray full of food.
But he wasn't alone.
Trailing behind him were several students from the support course.
"Damn, looks like someone made friends," Setsuna said with a smirk.
The group arrived at the table, and Sen placed his tray down.
"Hey guys, mind if they join us?"
The Class 1-B group looked at each other for a moment, then they all nodded in unison.
Together, they grabbed a nearby empty table and pushed it over, connecting both tables so everyone could sit.
"So, what's the occasion?" Setsuna asked as the newcomers took their seats, eyeing them with interest. "Thought the whole school hated us."
The support students smiled awkwardly, but it was Sen who answered.
"Well, after I asked them for some improvements to my hero suit, they figured others in the class might need help too. With their final project coming up, this is the kind of hands-on work they need… Plus, I already told them that while Suzaku might be a nutjob, the rest of us are normal."
Sen paused at that, glancing briefly at Monoma, before turning back to Setsuna.
"Well, most of us."
"..." Monoma glanced at Sen with squinted eyes,
Some of 1-B perked up at that, clearly intrigued by the offer. They all had things they sucked at, so quite a few wanted to jump right away at the chance of covering those weaknesses with some tech.
Before they all could say something, however, Sen glanced around again. "By the way… where is that guy? I've been waiting for one of his snarky comments to come at any moment."
Itsuka repeated herself. "Napping in the classroom. Studying's been keeping him up."
"Suzaku? Studying?" a voice suddenly came from the support group.
They all turned to see a very familiar slimy head sitting there, looking at Itsuka in disbelief.
Tetsutetsu pointed at him, recognizing him. "Ah, you're the one who made it to the tournament phase in the festival, right? I think Suzaku said you and he were friends."
"Yeah." Arata nodded, giving the heroics department students a wave paired with an awkward smile. "I'm Arata Morikawa, by the way. Nice to meet you all."
""Likewise."" The table gave him a nod in unison, with some waving too.
With introductions done, Arata turned back to Itsuka, returning to the topic of Suzaku.
"So he's actually studying now? I can't believe it. I thought those insane cram sessions for UA's written exams were the only time I'd see him do something like that."
Itsuka smiled wryly and nodded. "The exams are in a week, and he didn't know anything, so yeah, he's in a bit of a rush."
Arata blinked. "He's that behind and only has a week left? Huh. Weird. Knowing him, I swear he would've come to me asking for a gadget to cheat."
-Bam!-
Tetsutetsu slammed his fist on the table. "Suzaku isn't like that! He might be lazy, but he ain't a damn cheater!"
Itsuka averted her gaze as a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, choosing not to mention that Suzaku had considered doing exactly what Arata had said—at least until she convinced him to do otherwise.
"If you say so…" Arata mumbled as he fiddled with his food, still looking mildly unconvinced.
Then, Setsuna suddenly chimed in, eager for some gossip. "So, how long have you and he been friends?"
Arata crossed his arms, a smug smirk creeping to his face. "That guy and I go way back. I remember our first day of school… At that time, he was just a brat with snot all over his face, whining for his mom. So, being the bigger person, I befriended him so he wouldn't cry anymore."
Tetsutetsu tilted his head. "Really? I can't picture him like that at all."
Arata paused for a moment, expression grim like he had just been caught lying, before clearing his throat. "... Alright, maybe he wasn't actually crying. More like, he looked bored as hell while the teacher was talking."
Monoma sneered faintly. "Now that sounds like him."
Arata chuckled. "Yeah, he was one weird kid. I was bored too, so by the end of the day, we ended up bonding as the two guys who didn't give a crap about school."
He laughed lightly as he recalled those times, before his face shifted to confusion abruptly.
"Honestly, back then, I thought I'd found someone just like me, who thought school was too easy... But turns out he just didn't care. Somehow, he managed to get perfect scores during the first few years at school, but eventually began scraping by, until he became what he is now."
Monoma stared at Arata like he'd just said something blasphemous. "That dumbass used to get perfect scores?!"
Arata nodded. "Yep… though, how exactly? he never told me."
That caught Itsuka's attention.
From what Arata was saying, Suzaku had been quite the odd kid.
"What was he like when he was little?" She couldn't help but ask.
The question caught everyone's interest. Even the support students leaned in, curious about the past of the infamous first-placer, especially considering how abrasive he was now.
Was he once an innocent, cheerful kid who later became corrupted?
Or had he always been a little prick?
They wanted to know.
"Hmm…" Arata looked thoughtful as he dug through old memories. "Well, honestly? He was pretty much the same as now… just less taunting. He mostly looked uninterested in anything that wasn't gaming—something, by the way, he has never managed to beat me at… And if he says otherwise, he is lying."
He scratched his slimy head, as if digging deeper into his memories.
"As for how he became as over-the-top as he is now… I think it started when he got himself a martial arts master. Ever since then, he's just gotten more and more unhinged. I'm pretty sure he picked up the attitude from his master, but I've never met the guy face-to-face, so maybe I'm just tripping."
Itsuka's eyebrow twitched faintly at the mention of this master, recalling her conversation with Suzaku the other day and the photo of the guy, agreeing that he had indeed seemed like someone who could have passed down that characteristic smugness that the redhead had now.
Unaware, Arata kept going.
"But judging by how around that same time he also started getting into more and more fights with delinquents at our school… maybe I'm not that crazy. Did you know Suzaku once beat up a teenager with a Quirk that gave him the strength of a bull, all while Suzaku was still just a kid? The bull guy knocked over Suzaku's food, so he, in response, picked up a chair and began beating him senseless with it."
He let out a short laugh before continuing.
"That bull guy was some kind of super delinquent—got expelled from like seven schools before getting to ours and meeting Suzaku. After their fight, well… I heard he cleaned up his act. He's even attending a good school now."
Sen laughed incredulously. "So Suzaku quite literally beat him into his senses?"
Arata smiled wryly, almost as if he himself couldn't believe what he was saying. "Yeah, well, not just that guy. I've heard from some friends back at our old school that most of the dudes who used to pick fights with him—because he was the strongest around—eventually grew out of their delinquent phase and started studying seriously… And when asked about it, they'd just mention that seeing the truly strong had made them realize how truly weak they were, and that they should stop playing around."
Setsuna smirked. "So when he says he's giving someone 'physical therapy' before punching them, he's not completely joking."
Arata nodded, still smiling wryly. "Honestly? I'm starting to think his beatdowns might actually have some kind of mental-realignment effect."
Nearby, a certain half-white, half-red-haired student had his eyebrow twitch upon overhearing that. The same happened with a certain spiky blond, who now had a vein bulging on his forehead.
They wanted to deny it… But they couldn't.
Back at the table, everyone was paying close attention to Arata's story, evidently curious, but also entertained by the chaotic past the already chaotic student ranked first had.
However, the entire mood around the table shifted in an instant when Arata opened his mouth again, wearing a completely clueless expression, as if unaware of the bomb that was escaping his mouth.
"But seriously… the timing of when he started getting all overbearing also kind of overlaps with when he got kidnapped. So maybe that's what really pushed him into being the way he is."
""...""
Silence fell over the table.
No—not just the table. Even the students walking nearby froze in place. Some of them had overheard—like the previously mentioned spiky blonde, the half-and-half student, and a green-haired boy with broccoli-like hair passing nearby.
Then it spread even farther.
More and more students stopped talking, a hush sweeping across the cafeteria. Some didn't even know why they were going quiet—they just sensed something heavy was being said at the table where the Support Course and Hero Course students were sitting.
Eventually, it was Setsuna who broke the silence.
"He was what?"
Arata, mid-reach for a fry, paused and looked up from his plate, confused. His eyes darted across the growing number of stares aimed at him, and he eventually raised an eyebrow.
"…Suzaku didn't tell you?"
Most of Class B shook their heads, expressions still dazed.
Arata scratched his head in confusion. "Huh. From the way he casually mentions it every now and then, I figured he'd already told you guys."
"Suzaku was kidnapped?" Itsuka pressed, not wanting to let Arata dodge the topic after he had dropped such a bomb on them.
So, unable to resist the pressure, Arata nodded, though now he was starting to second-guess whether he should've brought it up.
"Uh, yeah… When we were kids, our teacher told us about his disappearance, and we didn't get news about him until he showed up a week later, acting like nothing happened," Arata explained, his tone turning almost admiring. "At first, I thought he might have been hiding something like a trauma or similar, but he continued acting so chill after that happened, that I eventually started treating it like no big deal too… But yeah, now that I think about it, maybe it is kind of a sensitive subject for me to be the one to speak about it, huh?"
Several people at the table—and even those standing nearby—nodded slowly.
"Damn." Arata sighed, popping a fry into his mouth. "Uh… Forget I said anything. Or better yet, go ask him in person. He knows more than I do, obviously… since, well, he lived it, and he's the one who should decide whom to tell this to."
Most of Class B nodded, though some looked a little disappointed that things had ended at such a point.
As the conversation died down, the cafeteria slowly resumed its natural rhythm. But the air remained heavy with curiosity, and more than a few students kept glancing toward the group, hoping the story might continue.
Sadly, the only topic that was touched after that, was the possible alliances between the students from the support course and the hero course, to improve the latter's hero suits.
Itsuka, however, remained non-participative in the conversation, instead looking deep in thought as everyone chatted.
She couldn't help but wonder…Just what had Suzaku gone through back then?
What had he endured?
What—
"What's up, peasants?! Why the long faces? Missed me?"
Suddenly, Suzaku swaggered into the cafeteria with a wide grin, his tone smug and obnoxious as ever.
He pointed at himself with his thumb. "Well, no need to fear anymore, for I am here."
Itsuka sweatdropped.
'Nevermind.'
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|Hours later, after school…|
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"What about this exercise?"
"Easy peasy lemon squeezy."
With a few strokes, Suzaku solved the problem in the book.
Itsuka picked it up, checked it over for a moment, and nodded—faint surprise creeping across her face.
"It's all correct."
Suzaku smirked smugly, tapping his temple.
"As expected. When this guy and I decide to cooperate for once, saying I can reach IQ levels of four million would be an understatement."
She scoffed with a slight smile, throwing him a side glance. "Just say you'd already studied this part…"
"That too." Suzaku nodded before taking a sip from his can of Dr. Quirker. "But that doesn't take away my genius."
Itsuka shook her head with an amused smile.
Then, she glanced down at the book, pointing to another exercise.
"How about this one then, genius?"
Suzaku grabbed the pencil and solved it in less than a minute.
"There."
"Woah, you really did study." Itsuka nodded, genuinely impressed as she scanned the operations written across the page.
Seeing no problems with it, she heaved a sigh and closed the book.
"Then I guess we can take a break."
"Yey~" Suzaku sprang off the couch, yelling with exaggerated enthusiasm.
Without wasting a second, he moved to the table and grabbed a slice of pizza he'd ordered earlier.
"You want more?" he asked, holding up the box to her while taking a bite.
Itsuka smiled wryly, leaning her head on her palm.
"The last one was enough... Honestly, I don't know how you can eat so much pizza without consecuences… Don't you get fat?"
Suzaku shrugged, happily munching on his slice with a blissful expression.
"Well, a bod as amazing as mine obviously requires more energy than normal. So no, I just get more swollen."
Itsuka raised an eyebrow in doubt. She didn't really think that was all there was to it.
But without evidence, what else could she do but accept that explanation?
-Munch, munch…-
As she watched Suzaku calmly eat his pizza, her thoughts naturally drifted to what had happened earlier in the cafeteria.
Honestly, she was dying to ask… but how was she supposed to even bring it up?
Hey, I heard you were kidnapped when you were a kid.
Yeah, no.
Although, according to Suzaku's friend, the redhead tended to talk about it pretty casually, so…
Yeah, yes?
No, that still didn't sound right.
But if not that way, then how?
Itsuka bit her lip, doing her best to come up with a solution to her dilemma.
She was so focused on it, though, that she didn't notice she'd been staring at Suzaku a bit too long.
"You can also bat your eyelashes at me while you're at it." The redhead suddenly said, flashing her a grin.
"..."
Suzaku's words snapped her out of her thoughts, making her look away with a slightly ashamed expression.
"Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts."
Suzaku nodded, waving her off.
"Don't sweat it."
With that, and focusing on not looking at Suzaku again, Itsuka noticed an unopened can of Dr. Quirker on the table. Without much thought, she opened it and took a sip.
"By the way, have I told you about the time I got kidnapped? Crazy story."
"Pfft!!!"
Thanks to Suzaku's opportune comment, Itsuka nearly choked on the drink, falling into a fit of coughing.
As she finally recovered, she threw a glare at him.
"You... -cough!-... How?"
Suzaku laughed lightly.
"Tetsutetsu asked me when no one was around. So yeah, it didn't stay a secret for long."
"Ugh..." She forced a smile in annoyance.
So much overthinking for nothing.
As she cursed Tetsutetsu in her mind, Suzaku went to the kitchen for a bit, then returned with a paper towel. He handed it to her, grinning at her sorry state.
"Plus, you didn't hide your curiosity very well either."
"..."
She didn't say anything and simply took the paper towel, cleaning herself as she averted her gaze.
While she did, her mind went back to the topic of the kidnapping.
Her problem of bringing it up had been solved. Suzaku himself had done it.
But even if that was the case... what was she even supposed to say?
Hey, since you're mentioning it, how would you rate being kidnapped on a scale from one to ten?
She almost laughed at the thought.
She didn't, though. That'd be insensitive.
"Well, don't just stare—shoot the questions. Who knows? I might even answer you."
Thankfully, noticing her conflicted gaze, Suzaku urged her to speak—albeit in his own Suzaku-ish way—easing her doubts a bit.
"Um..." Itsuka tried to find the right words. "So... what happened back then? Your friend only skimmed over the general details."
"Oh." Suzaku nodded, taking another bite of his pizza as he spoke casually. "Well, nothing much. One day, after I was done training, a bunch of nasty wrongdoers ambushed me while I was going home, using chloroform to save themselves the trouble of capturing me the hard way. By the time I woke up again, I was already in some mad doctor's lab, with the guy in question laughing sadistically at me and telling me he was going to transform me into some kind of multi-quirk-holding Zombie."
Itsuka swallowed hard, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.
That was... one hell of a beginning.
And this guy was telling it so casually...
What the heck was wrong with him?
Seeing her shocked face, Suzaku smirked.
"Chill, nothing much happened in the end."
He took another bite, then continued.
"They didn't get to perform their weird experiments on me. Before they could, some guy who called himself a 'vigilante' snuck into the lab and rescued me... Though, according to the police reports, he certainly did a lot more than that."
"...?"
Suzaku grinned when he saw her confused face. "According to the police, by the time they raided the facility—which was right under a hospital—he'd already killed everyone in that place."
Itsuka's eyes widened.
"I remember that incident... years ago, it was all over the news for days... the Jaku Hospital incident." She muttered.
Suzaku finger-gunned at her.
"Right, that was the name."
Itsuka fell silent for a few seconds, processing the information. Then her eyes widened, and she locked eyes with Suzaku.
"So... you were the kid they mentioned who escaped."
"Right again." Suzaku re-finger-gunned her.
Itsuka frowned.
She didn't know what to make of this.
Suzaku said nothing bad had happened at the time, and he seemed fine.
But the human mind was fragile.
If he had trauma from that incident and was just hiding it... It wouldn't be strange.
No, rather, it would be stranger if he didn't. That incident had happened years ago, so how old could Suzaku have been back then? Seven? Eight? There was no way something like that wouldn't leave a mental scar on someone so young.
So, doing the best she could, and with the little they'd covered about this kind of thing at school, she decided to approach the topic.
"So... are you really okay?"
"Huh?" Suzaku looked a bit taken aback by that.
But upon giving what had just happened a second look, he made a funny expression. On hindsight, this did look like he was retelling some kind of his tragic backstory.
So maybe he should have expected a question like this to come up.
With a sneer and a smile, Suzaku waved Itsuka off. "Don't worry, I'm fine. If there's anything that might have shaken me, it's just how little that incident affected me."
There was a slight pause, with Itsuka looking at him dubiously, and Suzaku looking back at her amusedly.
Eventually, though, Suzaku rolled his eyes, deciding to humor her for a bit.
He was kinda curious about this too.
"But if you're really feeling that therapeutic..." He continued, his voice calm, though the smile on his face seemed to shrink just a little as he leaned into the question, "...Would you say what that guy did was the right course to take? Killing them all?"
Itsuka was stunned for a bit, but as she considered the question, she crossed her arms, looking deep in thought
Seeing her take the question so seriously, Suzaku scratched the back of his head. "Maybe it's 'cause I think he took the right course that I don't feel much about that incident. That's why I'm asking."
"Well..." Itsuka began, locking eyes with Suzaku. "Beyond whether it's morally right or wrong... I think whether it was the right course depends on what he could have done at the time."
Suzaku raised an eyebrow.
Itsuka continued. "If he truly had no other way to get you out of there... if that was truly the only way to save you, then for me, it was the right course."
As she finished, she held her gaze firmly on Suzaku, who simply stared at her silently, as if processing her answer.
"..."
"..."
In the end, however, he simply flashed her a smile and shrugged.
"Seems a valid way of thinking."
Itsuka raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction at his vague response. "What, you don't like it?"
"I said it was valid. What part of that sounds like I don't like it?" Suzaku shot her an exasperated look, before suddenly his eyebrows shot up, and he looked at her with a wide grin. "Or is it instead that you wanted me to glaze your opinion?"
"What?" She felt her mouth twitch, quickly waving her hands in denial. "No! You know what? Let's just leave it as it is—"
"Miss Itsuka, you're a mind among millions! I'm awestruck, dumbstruck, and, uh... whatever else applies here. Please, make me your disciple and teach me your way of thinking—"
An empty can of soda flew his way.
Suzaku caught it before it could hit him in the face.
"You're an ass." Itsuka scoffed.
Suzaku gasped. "Another earth-shattering observation. How do you do it?!"
"I'm leaving." She stood up from the couch.
"Alright, alright, my bad." Suzaku quickly apologized, hurrying towards her. "You know how I get… who knows, maybe it's cause of some trauma. Wanna do me some more therapy to check?"
She was already walking to the door.
Suzaku scratched the back of his head. "Alright, I concede, that wasn't very funny."
Her hand reached for the door handle.
Suddenly, Suzaku's figure moved swiftly and blocked the way.
"Come on, Itsuka, don't leave me for dead! We've barely even touched any subjects besides math yet—I'm gonna suck at the exams."
"Then you should have paid attention in class."
"Oof, low blow…" Suzaku winced, then his eyebrows lifted, as if struck by an idea. "...Alright, how about this? You stay, and we can go wherever you want after this."
Itsuka paused mid-motion, her eyes widening slightly before they instead began narrowing faintly.
'This guy…'
She wanted to comment on how carelessly he said stuff like this... but ultimately decided against it.
So, she chose to ignore it and move on.
"Anywhere?" she asked, her tone betraying a bit more interest.
"Anywhere." Suzaku gestured broadly, then thumbed himself smugly. "Mr. Rich here pays. Take it as a thank you for helping me study."
Itsuka raised an eyebrow.
This guy was seriously trying to buy her forgiveness with money... He really had no shame at all!
Still, if he was feeling so regretful, then who was she to deny him?
She smiled faintly. "Fine."
"Yay~" Suzaku raised both arms, letting out a cutesy yelp before striding past her toward the couch.
Though, as he passed by, Itsuka swore she heard a muttered, "Too easy…", causing her eyebrow to twitch.
'Should I have just left?'
Still, in the end, she simply shrugged it off with a sigh.
She knew better than to fall for Suzaku's ragebaiting.
So, with a small shake of her head, she followed him back to the couch, eyeing him curiously as he picked up the TV remote and switched on the screen.
"...?"
Noticing her confused stare, Suzaku shrugged. "I've got nothing else to do until our break ends, so might as well watch something while I eat."
"If you're that bored, we could continue right away—"
"Woah, look at that superhero kicking the bad guy! I want to be like him when I grow up~!"
"Suzaku, that's a video showcasing hero brutality against a civilian."
Suzaku clicked his tongue. "Just let me watch TV."
"..."
Itsuka was really starting to reconsider leaving.
However, at that moment, she noticed something. Her eyebrows lifted in mild surprise.
'This guy… he made me forget about the whole kidnapping thing in just a few minutes.'
Once the topic had shifted, Suzaku had turned the tense air into one of their usual joke-banter routines. Just like that.
Was he doing it on purpose, or did he really speak so carefreely that even she started treating it the same way, much like Arata?
Itsuka started to wonder if Suzaku was actually a manipulative mastermind.
But then she glanced at him, watching as he smiled contentedly while stuffing himself with pizza, the hero on-screen getting grilled by reporters.
She shook her head with a small, amused smile.
It was either that, or his dumbassery was just contagious.
-Bzzzzt!-
-Piiiiiii—
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as the TV signal cut off, switching to the color test screen with the annoying beeping.
"Damn, stupid TV. Don't tell me you're against me too?" Suzaku grumbled, standing up with a piece of pizza still in his hand as he moved to check the back of the TV.
However, just as he started fiddling with it, the signal returned.
Only, it wasn't the same channel as before.
Instead, it displayed the video of a certain individual who had recently made himself very known.
{"Hello, people of the world."}
Stain, the Hero Killer.
"That's…!" Itsuka's eyes widened.
Suzaku's eyes narrowed behind his glasses, though he didn't say anything.
{"It's been a while since my last appearance. I was forced to stay away due to… certain reasons."} On the TV, Stain's face turned grim for a moment before his eyes sharpened with anger. {"But I have returned, prepared once again to wipe this world clean. I will rid it of those who dare call themselves heroes, yet are nothing but greedy pigs seeking money and attention."}
He leaned forward, filling the screen with his deranged expression—crazier than before, if that was even possible.
{"And this time… there will be no stopping my purge."}
For a moment, a flicker of something else flashed in Stain's eyes. Something… off. Something broken.
Then, he leaned back slightly, as if calming down.
{"Of course, this time, I won't be working alone."}
As he spoke, a figure emerged behind him, smiling widely at the camera despite having a hand covering part of his face.
{"Hello, everyone. Yeah, like this guy said, he'll be joining my party from now on."}
Shigaraki.
{"I bet most of you are enjoying this broadcast from the safety and comfort of your homes, huh? Must be nice to feel so safe, so protected… Those heroes sure do a good job, huh?"}
He let out a creepy laugh, hand scratching savagely at his neck.
{"Well, I hope you enjoy it while it lasts, because we're going to make sure that's not the case anymore… Who's 'we'? Well, we haven't had our chance to make our debut properly yet, thanks to some… unforeseen annoyances. But you'll see soon enough. Once everything is in place, our League of Villains will make sure to remind all of you that the peace you live under… is nothing but an illusion... So enjoy it while you can."}
With a sick grin, Shigaraki took a step back, letting the screen focus solely on Stain once more.
Stain's eyes burned into the camera like it was his sworn enemy. And maybe, that wasn't so far from the truth, as his next words were focused on a very particular individual.
{"Oh, and before I go… A little message to the fake hero who so kindly reminded me that I still lacked the power to walk this path… Suzaku Suzuki, you will be my first victim. Await it expectantly."}
As the static swallowed the screen, the broadcast abruptly cut back to the normal channel, leaving the hosts and everyone on the transmission stunned in silence.
Itsuka stared at the TV, her face pale.
Then, the screen suddenly turned black, reflecting both herself and Suzaku, who was now holding the remote.
"Boring~," Suzaku muttered, tossing the remote onto the couch before tilting his head toward the door, a casual smirk on his lips. "Well, how about we head out like I said? Where do you want to—?"
"Now?!"
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-To be Continued…-
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(A/N: Your dear author is now on vacation, free at last from the assault of eduction, and able to sleep more than 5 hours. Hooray!
Hopefully, I'll be able to make the most of these 4 weeks I have left to update a bit more.
Don't count on it, tho.
Now, onto the chapter... the hero killer has come back... different.
Different how? Improved by AFO and Garaki, and probably with a new Quirk—that I have yet to think.
It'll probably be a way to restrict movement from afar, that much I have thought, at least. But what exactly, no idea.
Hopefully I will think of something before the time to introduce it comes.
Do give me suggestions, they might come in handy.)
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