𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋//𝘐. 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

12. 𝘈𝘔 𝘐 𝘈 𝘍𝘖𝘖𝘓 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘚 𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘕?

Y/N, 17

Y/n swung her feet in the wind, humming a song while sitting on the edge of the roof. It was a relaxing summer night, the weather wasn't too hot or too stuffy, and it was quiet. A direct contrast to her hectic training sessions with Aizawa. Even though the school year was over, and everyone was on break and getting ready for their third year, Y/n was suffering under Aizawa's might. His excuse? That she missed the 'first year' and half of her 'second year'.

Her phone vibrated, pulling her out of her comfortable trance. It was a text from Aizawa ordering her to meet him at a different spot. She raised her brows curiously, he's never done that. They usually change destinations together after meeting up. She shrugged it off and got up, stretching her limbs before bolting to the address. Tardiness was punished severely by Mr Aizawa. He gets to be late, not her. When she complains about it he answers with a smug 'you can be late when you have a license'. Which was unfair, since she'll never be able to get one.

After jumping through three neighbourhoods, she finally spotted him crouching on a roof and observing some ruckus happening below. "Sir?" She whispered, kneeling next to him. He held his finger to his mouth and motioned for her to look down. There she saw a woman, tied up and crying. There were three men there, one holding her rather harshly by the neck, one on the lookout and another talking to someone through a peephole in the door. "L-let me go... I don't want-" "Shhhh baby. You're gonna have a good time. Even if you don't you have to make sure that we have a good time. Or else you're gonna get a much worse job than this..."

Her eyes, which were the only visible part of her face, twitched with rage. "I've been tailing them since I messaged you, they're gonna traffic her. I'm going to grab the woman and let you do whatever you want to those three. Show me what I've taught you so far." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/n looked up at him like a child who just got offered a bag of candy. "Really?" She whispered back. He nodded. "I've been pushing you these past few weeks, you deserve to beat up some scumbags."

A man walked out of the building, presumably the one talking to the other douche through the peephole. That was when Aizawa got up and extended his binding cloth with a quiet 'woosh'. It snaked around the woman and tore her from the man's grip when Aizawa pulled it with great force. He grabbed the woman and set her down, cutting through her restraints and whispering quiet reassuring words to her. "You'll be fine, we'll take care of this. C'mon. Kid, I'm gonna go hand this woman to the police, I'll be back. Do what you need to do."

And with that, Aizawa left Y/n standing on the roof. She moved to the edge and looked down to glare at the men below her, who were confused and very agitated. She put one foot out, and then the other followed. "Huh?!" They all grunted like animals, turning to look at Y/n who had landed on her feet in their midst. "Who're you?! What'd you do?!" The one who was holding the lady shouted. Y/n held up a finger to shush him and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Hello? Yes, I'm gonna need an ambulance to... hey what bar is this?"

Y/n asked, one of them responded but then got nudged harshly by his friend. "Yeah there. How many?" She looked up and eyed them, pointing at each one with the same finger she held up to shush them. "One, two, three, four... yeah four." A smirk tugged on her lips under the mask as she clicked end call and slid her phone back into her pocket. "Why you-!" One of them shouted, running up to her from behind with a pathetic clenched fist. Y/n turned and using the momentum from the spin, she charged, sinking her knee where the sun doesn't shine.

He doubled over, stupidly bringing his face towards her knee as well. She took the opportunity that was handed to her on a silver platter, drew back her knee, and plunged it into his nose. She smiled at the satisfying crack. He collapsed with a cough, spitting blood onto Y/n's boots. "Tsk. Here, clean it." She commanded, bending her knee to pull her foot back and shoving her boot into his mouth. The next glop of spit was filled with blood– and a few teeth.