Nothing Left (a My Hero Academia FanFiction) Book 3 of Nothing Special Series

Mure

There were powerful whooshes of wind, accompanied by startled cries, and frightened screams. The blush white blur made it's rounds, creating anguish and distress in its wake. It seemed to be following a definite path of some kind before launching into the air to land on a rooftop of a bank. The blur slowed and looked solid once more. A tall man with burly physique and navy blue hair.

His dark blue eyes carved imaginary divots in the cityscape, measuring and marking where he had been to already.

The crunch of heavy footfalls caused the man to slowly straighten. The deep husky breathing, and the measured stride gave plenty of clues. It was the scrape of hardened claws against cement that identified the rogue before he even spoke. "Let me guess, no luck."

The man turned to face his colossal visitor, to confirm that it was indeed the man who used to call himself Red Riot. Nowadays, Kirishima spent the majority in his "platinum" form. The harsh exaggerated muscles bulged, his craggy forest of crimson locks winked wickedly in the dawn light, and his razor sharp teeth...made a great white shark envious.

Then the man saw white fine lines impairing his vision. His jagged eyebrows furrowed as he noticed his glasses had spider webbing cracks in the lenses. Tenya disappointedly sighed as he removed his now ruined spectacles. "They were such a good pair." He reflexed his palm and reduced the metal and glass to fine dust and crumbs. His blue eyes glittered as he regarded Kirishima. "You have some nerve coming here."

Kirishima grinned darkly. "Your hunting grounds are my hunting grounds."

Iida rolled his shoulders. "Is that so?"

"Bickering this early in the day are we?" A low melancholic drawl asked. The two villains parted as a man with a disheveled mess of muted purple hair came forward. He wore an ornately complex metal face mask covering his nose to the edge of his jaw, with an array of stap-like scarves looped around his neck and shoulders. His eyes scrolled lazily from side to side, regarding both of them.

Iida was ruffled at the close proximity between himself and the man that definitely shouldn't be messed with. "It's just that this world isn't big enough for the two of us!"

Kirishima huffed. "Insufferable j-"

"Heh-" Iida choked.

"Huk-" Kirishima coughed.

The two men froze, as the color of their irises muted with a glowy white light....that could be easily be mistaken for reflections. Jaws became slack, and arms became listless, as if they were zoning out.

Shinso smirked as he twisted a couple knobs and dials on the sides of his mask reflexively. "I wholeheartedly agree." The man snickered to himself.

With a nod to the distance, the two villains launched off the roof, bounding into the city. Shinso seemed amused as he pulled loose a few scarves. He wrapped his hands securely in special knots as the wind picked up, tousling his feathery hair, and playing with the loose straps. The man tossed the weighted end of a strap to latch onto a traffic light down below. "This should be fun." With that, the villain dove off the roof, swinging past traffic at top speed to whisk completely out of sight.

***

Izuku was putting on his shoes when his phone rang on the small island countertop. He looked up as he set his now "shoed" foot down. Nimble fingers grasped the device and pressed a button.

"Kacchan, I am on my over to-" The man stiffened as he listened to Dynamight's naturally gruff voice cut him off.

"You wouldn't happen to have Yowameru's contact information would you?

Izuku grumbled as he wearily rubbed his temple. "Villains that worked with me never had phone's Kacchan. They would have too easily been tracked and targeted if they had. Why do you ask?"