𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘙//𝘒. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪 (𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

6. 𝘓𝘌𝘛'𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘍𝘜𝘕

"Ugh... what the fuck.." Y/n struggled to open her eyes, her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Confusion clouded her thoughts, she recalled very little from what she assumed to be– yesterday's events. She'd slept on the lavish couch in the secluded room. Arata was nowhere to be seen, but he had left a blanket on top of Y/n. The table in front of the couch was filled with empty cups and an ashtray. "Shit... What did I do..?" Y/n groaned, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She sat up and shoved the blanket aside, sitting with both of her hands on the couch to keep her outright. She stared at the ashtray intensely before biting back a curse.

"Oh god, I got high.."

The tips of her fingers tiredly rubbed her forehead as the feeling of disappointment pooled in her stomach and began to eat at her. 'Alcohol is one thing but drugs...' She gnawed at the inside of her cheek. Her eyes trailed to her phone lying beside one of the empty cups. She picked it up, turning it on before she let out a gasp. Air got caught in her throat when she saw the stream of notifications pooling onto her lock screen, messages from Mai, Kishibe, Aizawa... "Fuck! I shouldn't have- Damn it I need to get to USJ. God, I'm such a fuck up!" She scrambled to get up, barging out of the room to search for Arata.

She ran out to the bar where the green-haired man was humming a calm tune while he cleaned the long bar counter. "Oh. Good morning Y/n. I hope you're feeling better after letting that load off your shoulder yesterday?" He smiled with a tilted head. Y/n shook away her puzzled expression, deciding to focus on the more pressing matter at hand. "What- Doesn't fuckin' matter. Where's the emergency shit I keep here? And I need some sort of vehicle. Could you please?-" He sighed and jumped over the counter. "The safe in my bedroom. I'll give you something to drive, but be careful, you were quite generous with the drinks yesterday." Arata smirked, whispering the code to the safe into her ear.

"Thanks." She mumbled, still unsure what he meant by 'letting that load off your shoulder'. 'What exactly did I talk about yesterday?' Y/n thought while rummaging around in the safe. 'I can't... remember anything... I mean I got high, I remember that feeling but... what exactly did he ask about... and what the fuck did I say..?' She pondered, slipping into her extra suit and grabbing one of her customised AK-47s that she'd kept in the bar. Along with a pistol and some extra bullets. Who knew what might happen in the bar, she and Arata dealt with dangerous people.

"I still don't get why you couldn't take any of the bar's guns." He sighed, tossing her the key to– "A retro motorcycle? Really?" She asked, swinging her leg over the vehicle. "It's my least favourite because I know you're probably going to either fuck it up or forget to give it back." Arata crossed his arms and leaned onto the bar door with a cigarette between his lips. "Well then for your pretentious information, I prefer my own guns because yours are shit." She snarked, jamming the key into the bike and swinging the large weapon onto her back. "Tell the kids I said hi." He snickered, and she rolled her eyes. "Not doing that."

The engine roared as Y/n quickly made her way out of the premises. She hurriedly drove through the mildly busy streets, weaving through cars and red lights. "The hell.." She muttered when she neared the giant USJ building and noticed that its power was off. Suddenly, a blue blur zoomed toward her. She stopped the bike with a screech and put a foot down, worriedly staring at the panting Iida. "Iida?-" "Miss Themis! Mr. Aizawa and Thirteen! They need help! My classmates! Reinforcements!" He breathed out. "What is going on Iida?!" She asked, snapping him out of his frenzy.

"Villains! There's no connection I have to-" "Yeah, get reinforcements. Be careful." Y/n warned before the echo of her engine deafened their ears. She didn't flinch when the doors shattered due to her driving into them at top speed. The engine faltered, sputtering before letting out waves of flames. Y/n didn't flinch when the flames started to surround her either. She kept driving despite the faulty motorcycle and the gasps from her students. She spotted the fight going down below and pressed on the gas.