𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 「𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 x 𝐉𝐉𝐊」

三十 | 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

「CHAPTER THIRTY: PATCHWORK」

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대취타 (DAECHWITA) - AGUST D
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01:30 ━━━━⬤─────── 03:45

The black-haired sorcerer's eyes went wide at the sight of the finger in the hand of the curse. Mahito only cackled violently at his expression, with his vile laughter echoing throughout the shabby alleyway.

Megumi zoned out for a second, thinking over what was happening. He was so in shock from the sudden appearance of the finger by this unregistered special grade that he didn't notice his phone ringing in his pocket, with the ringtone that Y/N had set specially and only for when she called him.

'Shit.' Megumi snapped out of his thoughts, the weight of the situation finally hitting him as his brain scoured through the multiple ways this situation could've happened.

He bit the inside of his lip, his eyes narrowing at the light-blue-haired curse in front of him, with Stain being forgotten. 'This is the special grade with the finger? But it's so... human-like. Not like what was described to us on the mission briefing.'

Taking a quick deep breath, the sorcerer quickly changed his stance, moving his legs to stand shoulder-width apart with his right foot slightly behind him. He dug his right heel into the ground to help stabilise himself, and slowly began to bring his left arm upwards to stop at his chest height, raising his fist in the direction of the special grade in front of him.

He could feel the power of his cursed energy flowing through him, as he curled his left hand into a fist, placing his thumb on top of it with the fingernail facing him. Megumi's right hand make its way upwards, stopping near the right side of his chest.

The intense force of cursed energy surrounded Megumi's body in an instant. With the invisible blue fumes of cursed energy enveloping his form, the young heroes in training could only watch in terror as the black-haired boy stared down the two villains in the alleyway.

The green-haired boy could only shiver as he leaned on the sidewall of the alley, his eyes trained on Megumi's form. 'W-who even is this guy?' His green eyes widened as he could merely feel the power radiating from the young boy as he raised his fist towards the villains.

Midoriya looked at the mysterious black-haired boy who seemed to know his classmate and vice versa. Examining his form, Midoriya took notice of what he was wearing, with dark navy pants as well as a sleek long sleeve jacket that crossed over to the other side of the boy's chest. With clean brown high-top shoes that dug into the concrete slightly due to his stance.

To put it lightly, it didn't look like something you'd see normal people wearing all the time, especially at this hour.

"You're a special grade." Megumi's voice echoed throughout the alleyway, loud and clear.

His left fist clenched even tighter, and the feeling of adrenaline had begun to course through his veins, itching and preparing for the fight.

The grin on Mahito's face that seemed to grow wider at Megumi's realisation made the black-haired sorcerer scowl. He glared at the special grade curse before him and watched as its laughter continued to echo throughout the alleyway.

Mahito pointed his index finger at Megumi, the crusty pale finger shaking slightly as he laughed at his statement. He tilted his head downwards, his eyes staring up at the sorcerer, never leaving his form as he looked right into his eyes.

He snarled at Megumi, with the shit-eating grin still present on his face.

"And you're weak."