On the Run

Chikao

"Before we start, let us introduce ourselves," a deep voice said. They removed their hood and mask, revealing a white-haired, purple-eyed man. "Hello, my name is Giichi."

The shorter figure let their own mask fall, his long dark hair swaying. "Genkei," he said, voice devoid of emotion. His gold eyes surveyed the group, and a chill ran down their spines.

"For those who don't already know, I'm Chikao. Head of this part of the operation. The person who drove you is busy with something right now, and the officer helping went back."

"Ok, well, can we finally hear this story of yours?" Midoriya asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get there." Chikao waved dismissively. She moved further into the trailer, the two men following. Everyone sat, gathering around in a circle.

"My father was a luxurious man," Chikao started, her voice low. "And he cared for many. So when he adopted me at a young age, he made sure I was comfortable."

"Sorry to interrupt, but what does this have to do with us?" Kaminari interrupted. Everyone shushed him, and he recoiled.

"I was getting to that. He is a good friend of Nezu's, your principal. So when he heard about the, should I say, troubled Class A, he made a promise to assist them when he could. He did in little ways, like paying for repairs from the more internal damages and donating a lot to your class. I grew up helping him, and whatnot. He had to travel recently, and tasked me to help you when needed because he knew you all were good heroes."

Ummmm...

"That sounds highly unbelievable," Momo said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, well, I tried. I can't really explain. So, it's whatever," Chikao shrugged.

"So, your dad told you to help us? And you did?" Todoroki asked in disbelief.

"Yup."

"And you're ok with this?"

"Mhm."

"Well, that settles that I guess. What about you guys?" Midoriya asked.

"We're here for the ride. Life's been boring for a while, so..." Giichi answered.

"So, to sum things up, you helped break out criminals—" Iida started

"Alleged," Momo corrected.

"Yes, alleged  criminals, just because your father told you to and because you're bored?" Iida finished. He looked ready to explode.

Giichi and Genkei glanced at each other.

"Pretty much."

"Are you—you know what? I'm not going to get into that right now," Iida said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Anyways, we have more pressing matters to discuss, like how you're going to get out of here."

"Wait, what do you mean out of here?" Kirishima asked, rising to his feet.

"Did you really think we were going to break you out, only to leave you in the same county, where you can get caught?"

"I mean—"

"Sorry, no. There's too much risk."

"Well, nobody told you to break us out," Kaminari mumbled.

Chikao's nostrils flared. "So, you'd rather stay and rot in jail? What type of heroes are you?!"

"The type's that fed up."

"Well, you'll have a break for now, while things calm down. But not here."

"Then where?"

"America."

"Bitch WHAT?!"

...

A lone figure stood, overlooking the city with neutrality through the large window panes.

"You know, you should have killed someone. Made it more believable."

They turned around, walking towards another person, anxiety and fear radiating off of them in waves.

" T-that wouldn't be r-right."

"There's no such thing as right, ya know. It's mostly perspective. And my perspective is right. But don't worry, we'll get better, " they said, patting the other's head. The cowering figure tensed, before relaxing.

"We'll get better, no matter what," they whispered.

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