"This is pretty damn awkward, Eric."
"It's for your own good."
She didn't understand how working on her fight style in what was basically a leotard was going to help her. She didn't understand the gear that Eric had gotten to help mask her true quirk, and she honestly felt weird having to rely on so much support items. Eventually, she gave up.
Eric raised his hands as he questioned, "What now?"
"Is there a reason to ask this?" she asked, "To going through all this hassle?"
His ocean green eyes avoiding her gaze made her want to punch him.
"What have you not been telling me, Eric?"
"I... was sent a request for a team-up."
"With who's agency?" she asked with a glare.
"The police, mainly—"
"Oh, Quatsch—"
"—and a bunch of other agencies I doubt you'll want to hear names of based off that reaction," he said quickly in an attempt to stop her from removing all the gear he had made for and and walking out the room. "They need help with a raid on the Hassakai residence."
She whirled on him, fuming, "Do I look like a flippin' Yakuza raider to you?"
"Blackmark will be there; Professor Ospen!" he argued and she hissed. "I'm certain of it!"
"If that's like your billion dollar pitch then you better prepare another because I'm going to burn this one."
Eric sighed. He knew she was difficult but hell, this was something else.
"Don't you want to see your friends again?"
"I'm not sure I have those," she snapped, removing the rest of the gear.
"Sir Nighteye would be sure to appreciate the help." He blocked her way back to the the rest of the safe house, "Heck, you might've even see him smile knowing you're still alive."
She glared long and hard, then she finally dumped the gear into his hands.
"Fine, but I'm not wearing any of that trash you had made." She huffed.
Eric faked a pout, "Why not? I thought it was so that people didn't recognize you?"
"Oh they're not going to recognize me alright." She smiled but it was anything but friendly. "I want them to recognize the killer they put under a hero's suit and see if their welcome is the same as the one they give killers made in a hero's suit."
She walked into her room to get ready, they would be leaving in half an hour.
"I wanna see how far they're hypocrisy runs."
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Their entrance into the meeting room stopped all discussions taking place. All eyes were on them, quietly analysing their moves. Nagisa found it a bit odd to see some UA students there, but she left their wide eyes mostly ignored. The eyes she was concerned were the piercing eyes of Sasaki and the ones near tears of Sara.
"Sparrow," Fatgum smiled, "You're not dead!"
She nodded once, "Not yet."
"Why is she here?"
"Good to see you too Rock lock." she dead panned.
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GLITCHED (A BNHA X OC)
FanfictionIt was strange in a beautiful way, what she could hear. Hypnotic even, and that should've repelled her from trying to follow it. And yet, she walked out into the street in a daze, kaleidoscope eyes vacant and staring straight ahead. It was a song. T...
