"Well, Endeavor, Sir, unless you want me to blast your family history on Twitter, including the abuse and the reason why your wife is in the hospital, I recommend you fork over the information now!" I completely decide to ignore the squad's reactions.
"..."
"It's not like you're giving it to a legitimate villain, dumbass. You already know I threw a lot of my happiness away to help others. People are just being bitches. I just need you to spill the tea."
Endeavor sighs over the phone, "Humarise has multiple bases in different nations. The WHC (World Hero Commission) requested aid from heroes all over the world to attack at the same time to finish them in one go." You know, I didn't think it was going to be that easy. However, I'll take it!
"The cult must be bigger than I thought. Where are you headed?"
"Otheon. Don't get arrested. I don't need you ruining my reputation more." Endeavor doesn't even offer me anymore because he hangs up on me!
I sigh, glaring at the phone. The sea shit must be affecting me because I really should have thought of hacking the WHC rather than just Japan. That's a failure on my part. However, I atleast know where I need to look now.
Otheon is a European country that's slightly bigger than Ireland. I already hate this place because I am having to go to yet ANOTHER island, but at least it isn't small or technologically based. I'm taking the small victories. Outside of that, I don't know much about the place. I have no clue as to why Humarise has a base there. More specifically, a base significant enough to send Endeavor to.
With that in mind, I think it's safe to assume that's the main base where the leader is. That's great to know and all except I have no idea where said base is.
"Nemuri, go insert the location," Hizashi tells Nemuri, interrupting my thought-process.
Nemuri pouts, "Why do I have to?"
"Because Shouta and I have already done stuff for the boat and you haven't? And you're the only one up? Also, while you're going about, you should get that medicine for Izuku." Nemuri huffs.
"Fine fine. You better inform me of the the plan when I get back." With that, Nemuri struts off.
I sigh, curling up more. Just because I am good at acting like I feel like shit doesn't mean I don't feel like shit. I'm happy that was a short call with enough information to figure it out.
"Take your arm off, Izuku," Shouta instructs me. If I didn't feel like shit, I would ask which one. However, I don't. I don't even bother to argue with him. I need T-Rex off first.
I stand up, mumbling for T-Rex to get off. That only takes a moment, and the robot is left standing beside the chair as I sit back down. I shift my shirt enough be able to remove the prosthetic. I set it on the table beside me before going back into my depression ball.
Hizashi sighs, getting up and coming beside me, sitting on the arm of the chair.
Hizashi rubs my back slowly, and I let him for now, "You want to hold off on planning until we get there or would it distract you from... this?"
"Can Nem knock me out?"
"Only for a little bit, Izu."
"Damn. Fuck God. I didn't need another weakness."
Hizashi chuckles as he moves his hand through my hair, "Apparently you did."
I huff, "Bitch, and hand off." Hizashi withdraws.
"So you rather be drugged than put to sleep naturally?"
"Past alcoholic, remember? Besides, life is a drug."
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My Hero Academia: When All Hell Breaks Loose
FanfictionMidoriya Izuku is not your wimpy loser that every anime tries to portray. Instead, he is the most straight-forward, over-dramatic teen you will come across. Oh, he is also quirkless and wants a reason to flip off all the heroes for telling him he ca...
