Not the Good Old Days Anymore (bkdk MHA)

Chapter 7: A Surprise

This is the closest to how I imagine Izumura. Art isn't mine.

Also, this is very not edited. Sorry in advance. I promise to edit it later though.

Anyways, onto the story.

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I groaned, awakened by a ringtone. Groggily, I fumbled about the side table, searching for my phone. I squinted at the sudden brightness when I turned on the screen. Sitting up slowly, I rubbed my eyes and accepted the call.

"What do you want Dabi, I was sleeping," irritated that my nap was cut short.

"We need you to come in," he said simply.

"Do you, are you sure?" I groaned, a slight edge to my voice.

"Yes, see you soon," with that, he hung up.

I sighed, swinging my feet onto the floor. Shivering, I immediately missed the warmth of my bed. Snuggling under thick, woolly, blankets sounded much better than trekking across the city. Trekking across the city without even knowing why was considerably worse. However, Dabi wouldn't have called unless it was important. That or Shigaraki was getting on his nerves and he wanted me to act as a buffer, one that took Tomura's attention off him completely. Despite having been a part of the league for a little over a month now, Shigaraki had not warmed up to us. He never let me test his quirk and he gave us missions out of spite. Sometimes he threw in meaningless errands to get rid of us for a day or two. I had warmed up to Toga, though. She was definitely a nutjob, but there was always something interesting going on around her. She could do less with all the blood and murder talk, but I guess that's just how she expresses herself. Lately, she has become clingier around me. If I had to guess why, I would say that she felt a little bit guilty of causing my relapse a few weeks back. She wasn't the only one that changed. Kurogiri really cracked down on the no alcohol policy. Even going as far as to lock them up. I still didn't get how a league of literal villains would be so against minors drinking, not that I was complaining or anything.

I tugged on a sweater and boots before closing the door to the apartment behind me, glad I had bundled up. A brisk wind swept over the streets, coaxing me awake. As I trudged towards the bar, I gazed up, admiring the sky. It was midnight, so the moon and stars shone brightly against the inky background of the night. A soft glow illuminated the streets, casting pale light that caused the dim shadows to shrunk back in its wake. I watched as my breath floated into the night air, carried away into the haze.

I slipped into an alleyway, knowing the code on the door. It slammed open, a broad, wild smile greeting me.

"You're finally here, we have been waiting!" Toga exclaimed.

I stepped into the bar, letting the heat warm me up. I followed her deeper in the room, seeing everyone cluster around something. A significant amount of thrashing and muffled shouts came from within.

"What's so urgent that you needed my help?" I said, pushing to the front of the crowd.

I gasped slightly, eyes widening. This was not what I was expecting to see. An equally confused face peered back up at me. One, I had seen just earlier today. He was strapped to a chair, mouth muffled, and hands encompassed in sturdy heat resistant cuffs to counteract his quirk.

"He," Shigaraki nodded towards Bakugo, "was the objective of our mission."

I turned away from his stunned face, schooling my own to a bored, indifferent expression. If they found out that we knew each other... I was certain that it wouldn't end well if that little detail was revealed. I guess this was what I missed. Shigaraki had been very sparing with the details. I suppose I had to be there for the briefing to get all the information. However, I missed that on account of my need to sleep.