Delinquents (MHA)

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Remember when I said in the comments I'd "update soon" well I didn't lol.
But here's an update. Yay!
(I'll never make a promise like that again)

Well obviously they lived.
The two girls single handedly saved themselves, thousands of two directions fans and two villains.
After the life threatening trauma the two girls went though the girls were bonded and stuck like glue. Or Trixie followed Koga around until she got used to her new best friends presence.

Trixie had been hiding her quirk because as a child she'd heard her parents discussing quirk marriages and managed to convince them she was quirkless and heartbroken.
Trixie was smarter than she appeared, but she was also relatively insane.

At fourteen years old Koga walked home from her middle school. Hands stuffed into the pocket of her boys uniform pants. She had no personal vendetta against Skirts but she wanted to wear them on her own terms, so she did what she could to cheat the school system.
It was uniforms that pissed her off.

She was having a dandy time enjoying her solitude until something landed straight on her head. A singed notebook bounced off her cranium and onto the side walk. She jumped back with her hand on her head and glared at the window of the middle school next to her.
"Fuck you too then."
She mumbled bending down and picking up the book.

'Hero analysis for the future.'
She read with a scoff.
'What nerd wrote this?'

She rolled her eyes and flipped through the book to see scribbled sloppy notes and tiny doodles of heros. Most were local heroes or just popular pros that are seen on the media often.
'A nerd that really knows their shit.'
She nodded and stopped at a certain page.
'Well Sizzle my pickle look at that.'
Her eyes scanned the paper on Victory her alter ego. Sure she had been more out in the open recently and had gain some popularity that could end in her arrest.
But this mystery nerd studying her like this was kinda creepy.

Fortunately the information was shit.
Age: between fifteen and twenty.
(Wrong)
Quirk: rarely used so probably not combat based possibly quirkless?!?!
(Also wrong)
Fighting-

"H-hey."
Koga glanced to the side and saw a cute piece of broccoli standing infront of her.
Well not an actual piece of broccoli but the child was close enough. He was a small freckled middle schooler with fluffy green hair.

Koga nodded at him and closed the book.
"Sup. Is this yours?"
She asked holding it out for him to take.
He looked at it and nodded.

"Y-yeah..."
He said staring at it.

'Nerd located.'
Koga thought the boy didn't take it he just stared at it looking like he was on the brink of crying.
Koga raised an eyebrow.
"Well then take it."
She said tossing it at his face.
The boy looked like a clueless little green bunny that just had his carrot stolen from him and he was disappointed but to shy to say anything about it.

She shrugged as he caught the notebook.
"Have a nice life."
She said giving him her blessing as she started making her way downtown, walking fast the faces pass and she's home bound.

___

Koga sat across from Trixie as the now blue haired teen talked on and on about celebrity drama that was likely fake.
Trixie's hair had been navy blue for about two mouths meaning she was due for another color change. Meanwhile Koga's hair was short and cut around her head with a side undercut.
The hair on top of her head was light and it poofed up whether she liked it or not.

Koga sipped her apple juice while pretending she found Trixie's information interesting. But she didn't. A few moments later a certain Broccoli headed nerd walked in and sat sdown at a table typing on his phone.

Koga's eyes widened and she glanced to the side trying to see the boy that was now sitting behind her.
Trixie stopped mid rant and tilted her head with a pout.
"You never pay attention to me-"

Koga shushed her and pointed to the boy behind her before picking up her phone. Trixie smiled happily knowing Koga had information. Dispite not liking Drama Koga picked up on a lot of good gossip.

Gay but not gay:
That's the notebook kid.

Little mama:
The one that stole Nicole's diary?

Trixie guessed praying for drama.
Koga deadpanned and typed quickly.

Gay but not gay:
No dumbass!

The kid with the notebook of stalker information.

She clarified and Trixie let out a silent.
'OoooOoOoh' meaning she finally understood something and realized what she said earlier was stupid.

Little mama:
Yeah that makes more sense

Koga rolled her eyes and nodded ducking down slightly. Another guy walked or rather stomped up to the table and stared the broccoli boi down.
"The hell do you want deku?"
He growled and Koga frowned.
'Deku? As in useless? Or block head? Like those creepy dolls?'

Her phone buzzed and a text popped up.

Little mama:
An odd pet name... But who am I to judge¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Koga rolled her eyes and turned off her phone listening to the conversation carefully.
"Kacchan I-"

"Don't! I don't want to talk to you about yesterday! Or about anything! YOU didn't save me and you didn't save me so don't go thinking your actually worth something-"

"Says the guy with a shit personality."
Trixie said quite loudly with an added scoff causing Koga to glare.
"Darling."
She said with a completely fake closed eyed smile that fully conveyed her inner malice.
"Next time you talk shit you should probably not do so infront of the item of the shit talking."

"Well don't you have a big vocabulary."
Trixie said smiling back nervously.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY BITCH?!"