Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Ten: Event Horizon

Buzzing silence filled the apartment, apart from the ticking clock, the hum of the refrigerator, voices shouting on the street outside, and the neighbour who was thumping muffled music through the walls.

Miya lifted her combat boot onto the bed and pulled the lacing tight, and adjusted her dark purple round knee pads sitting over gym tights.

She had to take every caution meeting the League of Villains, seeing how she couldn't wear her Hero suit — considering it had a tracker, she wouldn't be going completely defenceless.

Taking the tracker in a ziplock bag, she tossed it onto the bed.

Miya wondered out of the bedroom into the living area, pacing the length of the room, checking the clock on the wall every few seconds. Each tick seemed to drag into the next. Stretching and pulling time. Each second blending into the next. Each step Miya took pacing the living room, felt like a minute.

Checking the clock for the hundredth time, it was three minutes past eight. Three minutes late.

A groan left Miya's lips. She stopped pacing to stand in front of the clock as if it would tick faster. The hands just ticked slower than before. Miya swivelled on her heel, facing her back to the clock. She stared at the beige curtains twiddling her thumbs.

"Any day now."

Before her eyes, a black hole amassed, growing larger in the centre of her apartment. Miya let out a breath. This was it. Her heart was thumping in her ears. "You're late." she says.

"Apologies." Kurogiri's deep mystic voice says.

There's no going back.

Miya stepped into the portal, leaving her cool apartment, and stepped into a musty, dimly lit bar. The sudden change in temperature and light warped Miya's perception for a moment. The portal closed behind and she was met with many grinning faces, and others with a scowl. "Dayum." she says sarcastically, waving her hands. "Everybody calm down."

"I'm so happy!" a cheerful voice crashed into her side, forcing Miya to stumble. She caught the bar counter to regain her balance and pushed for a nervous smile. Toga buried her face between her bosom, and her arms wrapped tightly around her muscular frame, obscured by a larger black jumper decorated with kanji. "I'm so happy you've joined us. I don't get to kill you."

Miya pursed her lips, patting Toga's back lightly. "Uh, sure."

"Hey, crazy." Dabi's gruff voice says. "Get off her. She can't be trusted yet."

Toga peeled back with a frown, blinking sadly at the patched Villain. "She's one of us, isn't she?"

"Not yet." Tomura's tremulous voice says. He sat on a red bar stool, chin resting in one hand, pinkie elongated. His blood shot red eyes stared at the Hero behind the dismembered hand hugging his face. "Consider this the final interview. The last audition."

"My, my," says Mr Compress wearing a ski mask. "What an audition."

Miya casually rested her back against the bar counter, the corner of her lip lifted into a smile. Behind the bar was Kurogiri. Dabi standing adjacent to Miya. Toga who seated herself on the stool next to her. Spinner, Magne, Spinner, Mr Compress and Mustard, stood around the small bar, each with keen eyes on the Hero.

Giran was standing by the far wall where the small tv and ripped All Might poster was mounted. "It's good to see you've come back to us. I was surprised to hear when you called us. I expected police and Heroes to storm this place, but you're back?"