The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 60 - Izuku.

Two weeks after the whole rescue stint, Izuku had not long left U.A, despite it being a Sunday and was currently heading over to TG. Ragtags were all there, along with Momo and Jiro, spending the day watching movies, stuffing their faces of sweets and other shit while relaxing before it became a gruelling few days of training and studying for an important exam on the upcoming Friday, and then they'd leave for a week for a camping-training course that got quite a few students excited. Rhyki and Aizawa had made full recoveries thanks to the surgeries and Recovery Girl's quirk, plus a little help from his healing too. They'd gone back officially on Wednesday just gone but were not allowed to do any hero training/work until Monday, per orders of Nezu and RG. When they'd be woken up and were fully with it, RG had allowed Ragtags to visit, she couldn't stop him. It had been a race between Bakugou and Mina who hugged Rhyki first (Bakugou had won because he'd childishly tripped the female).

Rubbing his eye that had begun to itch, he yawned. He was both mentally and physically exhausted due to operating on three, maybe four hours of sleep a night since the entire internship had begun but still had stuff to do before even contemplating going to sleep today. With the private meeting he'd had today with Nezu, they'd conversed about a variety of things, including the finality of the plans that he'd personally drawn for a private house because they had collectively agreed that it was best for the Ragtags to not dorm with the others of 1A for the remaining time at the school – mostly for their safety (and lives) if they somehow managed to push Izuku or Rhyki too far, just like with the whole coma incident. The chimera had cackled in his entire sadistic glee when he'd informed Izuku that he was going to officially call it Ragtags Sanctum and even have a wooden plaque crafted with the name to hang on the front of the building.

Of course, that little shit took great delight in hearing him grumble about that. Put it this way, he had gotten to U.A. at 9am, and it was now 3pm. That's a long time for a meeting but needs must after all. Plus, he'd been in much longer before. Izuku wasn't complaining about spending time with his uncle, as that chimera could now mostly keep up with the speed that his brain operated at, so their conversations were always interesting, unless others heard then it freaked them out which always amused the duo. Adjusting his backpack that held a thick folder of paperwork, including some stuff to begin making, he shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket. It was an unusually bitter day and very few people were out. His phone then started ringing, so got it out. Caller I.D said Dabi. He instantly connected it.

"Hey Dabi. Everything ok? You hardly ring me."
"Hey. I'm fine. Listen, it was easier to ring than text for this. I've just gotten a phone call from the top New York hospital. They're requesting the work of Creator in hopes of building some sort of machine that they rambled on about that I barely understood as they started going off in the scientific terms, as well as fast English and you know mine is good but not like that. I said that I'd ring Creator's right-hand associate Shadow, who was better equipped in dealing with the medical side of this, and that he'd give them a call to which they happily agreed." Dabi explained. Sure, he could speak and read various languages now, but if it was spoken too quickly, he had trouble following along, so Izuku understood as to why he didn't understand entirely what they specifically wanted him to make.

"Sure. Message me over the number and who I'll be dealing with, then I'll sort it and go from there. Is there anything else that I need to know about?"
"Yeah, this will be a bit of a shocker, I think. Not even five minutes after I hung up with them, a call from through from none other than Mr Yaoyorozu himself. He only requested to talk to whoever was in charge about some important business and he'll wait for your call back."
"Well, that is certainly different. But sure, send that information too and I'll get it sorted. Also, why are you even at work anyway? You don't work weekends."
"I know, I don't usually, but I wanted to get in some extra hours." Dabi admitted, sounding sheepish, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by Izuku.