Hello there, everyone! I hope you guys are liking this mini arc so far! As I said, I'm kinda stretching it as far as I can since it's pretty short, so expect 2, maybe 3 more chapters before this is over. Also, don't worry... I'm ok, I'm getting plenty of sleep and I'll probably take some time off for myself soon, but until then, my objective is to keep you guys entertained.
That's gonna be it for today, I don't have much to say. If you guys have questions about this story or any of my other works feel free to ask. Even though there isn't much to tell, I believe.
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After recieving the support item part collected out in the field, by an item not yet affected for the seeming 'self destruction' protocol implanted in each and every item he had collected, Kaito's dad was still intrigued by something. The 'tracker' as they would call it, wasn't really a tracking device, but something programmed to collect data from the user, and send it somewhere else, somewhere within Hosu.
He was eager to begin his investigation again, yet... something else clicked in his mind. He quickly went over his notes and logs he had collected the past few days, even talking with Power Loader, and even the pro didn't seem to know where such a device came from, it wasn't cataloged anywhere, something wasn't right.
He took the bullet train to the mainland, hoping to find some answers before heading to Hosu.
The streets looked as you'd expect from a place overrun by either villains, or fanatics attacking each other with support items. Either a few or no pros around to help anyone, it wouldn't matter anyway, now that people are taking matters into their own hands, it wouldn't be crazy to simply shoo the pros off, what are they gonna do? Fight the citizens?
He made his way to a dinner, as strange as it sounds. It looked like one of those dinners you'd see in the 50's, vintage furniture and theme throughout the whole place, cheerful music to scare away the moody vibes, even a handful of people having lunch, as crazy as that is, considering the crisis outside.
"Atsuhito!?" Someone caught his attention, he turned to look, it was exactly who whe was looking for.
A middle aged man, a little more on the bulky side. His quirk, 4 arms, something very useful in the kitchen he works at. Thick mustache and bald head, wearing an apron, white shirt and black pants.
"Hello there, Jet!" Atsuhito greeted his old friend.
"Take a seat, I'll be right with ya!"
And so Atsuhito made his way to one of the tables.
"You want a cup of coffee?" Asked one of the waiters.
"Oh, yes! Thank you!" Atsuhito sat down.
"Hey, old buddy!" Jet joined his friend, Atsuhito stood up to greet his old friend with a hug.
The two then sat down.
"So, my friend! What can I do for you?" Jet asked.
"You can tell me what this is." Atsuhito pulled out the item piece, putting it on the table, heading straight to the point.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨! || A BNHA OC Story!
Fanfiction> 🎧🎶 Kyoka Jiro x Male OC slow burn romance > This story used to be a reader insert story. Any remains of this old writing style you may find throughout the chapters are merely mistakes the author overlooked when editing the story. In society wher...
