The Rehab Project

Chapter 10

~Time Skip: 4 Weeks~
~MILD MANGA/S. 5 SPOILERS.~ (Characters, Backstories)

Well, today's the day.
The day we finally show our faces to the world as true heroes!
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Everyone groaned. Sure, Service Day was fun, but on top of Villains and Random Teams, it wasn't exactly Universal Studios Japan.

"Look, it's been a tough month. I get that." Hizashi sighed, pushing his glasses from his face to the top of his head, "But Service Day can still be fun, Listeners. Let's at least try and make it through." Class A & B's groans turned to whispers of both excitement and disappointment. In case you didn't know, here's the basic Rundown;

•Service Day is basically when UA goes out to help the community. Odd jobs, Hero Work, Charity, all that. The only downside being the fact that 160 15 - 19 year-olds with Super Powers are let loose around the city. Ouch.
This year is different, being surveyed at all times. Though, in retrospect, what else would we do?

•"Teams" as mentioned earlier are exactly what they sound like. Working together with people you'd most likely never work with to grow your flexibility and Problem Solving skill.
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"Dibs Kacchan." Kaminari exclaimed, raising his hand. Bakugou whirred around, annoyed.
"Don't expect me to befriend you just because of some stupid Teamwork. You're all extras to me." He hissed, igniting his hand. Presentation Michael suddenly cranked up his BoomBox to full volume, his 'attention grabber' if you will. The room was, once again, silent.
"Now," Mic started, putting his hair into a long, loose ponytail, "Let's discuss Teams."

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The figure leaned back in their chair, intertwining their fingers and resting their head upon them. They were short, and younger than the rest of the patrons. Their skill still undeniable, better than that of Dabi himself. "So. I assume you have a plan?" A man in a suit asked, seeming both hostile and sarcastic. In a flash, folded hands seemed to magically spawn a pistol, placed right under the Suited Man's chin. Everyone froze, caught completely off guard. The child only chuckled coldly, seeming menacing, and somehow Demonic.
"Tisk, tisk, tisk, Gentlemen." It said, still holding it's pistol, "I don't think this is how you'd treat guests? Especially those in the company of Mr. Shigaraki himself, hm?" The room grew silent for what seemed to be hours, before the creak of an old door broke the uncomfortable silence.
"You must be the Young Woman I've heard so little about." Re-Destro stated, walking in with open arms. The sea of suited men parted a path for him, like he was some sort of god.

The young sharpshooter scoffed, twirling her gun and placing it neatly in her backpack beside her. She stood to greet him, smiling. The two shook hands, taking a light seat across from each other. The escaping sunshine from behind the blinds of the office shone bright on the girl, illuminating her fair skin and shiny hair. Re-Destro snapped, folding his hands and grinning as two Blue-Suited men placed a briefcase on the glass table with a thunk. The girl leaned in, as if she had been awaiting this moment all her life. Click. Click. Went the unlocking case, revealing Millions of Billions of Yen. Her face grew hot as she reached for a bill to examine. It's real. She thought, thinking of what fortune she had just traded her soul for. She thought of her family, her future, and her. The love she'd been awaiting.

Re-Destro snapped her back to reality, reaching his hand out to shake. "I believe this will cover my half of the deal. Will you keep yours, Madam?"  The girl smiled, genuinely. There was no going back. She looked up to meet Re-Destro's gaze, thrusting her hand into his. He smiled. And so did she.

"I promise," the girl vowed, bowing her head,

"-I never fail twice."