Chapter 8

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Your POV

"Wait, isn't that Eraser? But I though he was supposed to be in charge of her..."

I was sitting on the windowsill in Recovery Girl's office. She didn't seem to be here, and since I had managed to steal the USJ security camera's footage from the detective, I though I might as well catch up on what went down. 

Making sure the USB cable connected to my phone was still intact, I continued to watch.

So there was a Nomu at the USJ. That thing was huge. It managed to beat Aizawa to a pulp without a second thought. I wondered what kind of Quirks it had. 

Shigaraki was scratching furiously after he had made that comment in the video. So he knew about my surrender to the heroes, too. Judging by his little tantrum, things weren't really going his way and he was frustrated because I didn't update him on my plan to surrender. 

Does he think that I switched sides? Are you kidding me? That's the amount of little faith this man had in me?

The video then blacked out and I couldn't hear or see anything more. I guess the cameras broke around this time. 

I unhooked the cable and tossed it under one of the hospital beds. Then shoved my phone in my pocket before Recovery Girl's door burst open. 

It was Present Mic. He stormed up to me and grabbed my wrist. I stiffened and kicked him hard in the ribs, making him stumble back. 

"The heck is wrong with you?" I asked.

"We need to talk." Present Mic, recovering fast. "Either you come with me or we'll come to you."

"You guys come to me, thanks." I said, resting back on the windowsill once more. 

Present Mic grunted, obviously deciding that arguing wasn't going to solve anything, and spoke through a walkie-talkie. About two minutes later, the other teachers came in. 

They held up some sort of meeting in the office, asking me all these questions. I swear, if they kept it up they were going to sound like those annoying reporters at the entrance gate.

There was "What is your relationship with Tomura Shigaraki?" and "Where exactly did you see Shigaraki?" With me being me, I decided I wasn't going to tell them anything. Especially if Shigaraki heard that I told them our information and took it the wrong way. He looked so sad and angry when he thought I was on the heroes side. Poor Tomura...

Of course, they might've been a little frustrated but I never signed up to be captured just to tell them all the details of my personal life. No thank you.

Almost immediately after, they just gave up. Midnight cuffed my wrist over the Quirk-canceling bracelet and brought me to Class 1-A. Class had already started, and Aizawa announced that there was going to be a Sports Festival to the class. Everyone was so excited. My eardrums were being tortured. I wonder if that was the punishment for not saying anything at the meeting. Oh well.

The next few classes were filled with them training and using their Quirks to their advantage. One class, All Might had brought me in to watch.

Just about at the end of their training, most of the students ran up to me. Too close. I backed away. "Oh. Sorry. We just wanted to thank you again. For helping us with training the other day." Kirby said. 

"Yeah. Your advice really helped." Mina said. 

"I just told you what you couldn't see. I didn't help you." I told them. Wait a second. This is all part of Nezu's plan, isn't it? 

"Glitch, students, I need to tell you something." Aizawa said, as he walked up to us. I went to his side. 

Blondie and Todoroki stopped their stretching at the far corner and came our direction. Midoriya stopped talking to All Might and came in our direction. Once everybody was here, he took a heavy breath. "Glitch is coming with us to the Sports Festival." He said. 

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