Ten years before the manifestation of the first quirk, a glowing child from China, the world has undergone its first change.
Gates opening into various dungeons led to the surfacing of the primordial type of people, called Awakened, or Hunters, the...
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16一 ganymede
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HE DIDN'T KNOW WHY HE WAS HERE, BUT he was hating every moment that passed by. Aizawa just couldn't understand where the idea for this had come from, but Nezu had to have outdone himself with this alone. Stuck in a car as he was, forced 一for a lack of a better word一 to watch as the rain pelleted the windows while slowly having an existential crisis.
"Everything alright there Sho?" Hizashi's voice rang through, at an acceptable volume for once.
"Just peachy." He snarked back, leaning his head back on her seat's headrest. Just why him, of all people. (Nezu had said because it was convenient. He'd wanted to call bullshit on that.)
The voice hero shot him a side look, but didn't take his eyes off the road. "So, are you going to tell me why we're going to the residential neighborhood of the upper class on the principal's orders so I can, y'know, know what the hell I'm supposed to help you with?"
Shouta should tell him. He should. But he didn't want to be the only one who had to suffer at the tender mercies of their boss. So he did the only reasonable thing: "Hell no."
The blonde spluttered for a moment, somewhat struggling to voice an accusation, but if he actually came up with anything was anyone's guess, given that Shouta decided to just tune him out. He was not going to acknowledge the situation until they arrived. Perhaps he wasn't going to do it even after they arrived.
The scenery passed by quickly, traffic thinning out the further away they drove from the bustle of the city. Soon they were faced with an area that, while not gated, reeked of money. From modern houses made of glass to traditional looking ones with stone gardens that were more expensive that their monthly salary combined, the neighborhood was the very definition of expensive.
"Uh..." Hizashi began apprehensively. "Are we sure we're in the right place?"
Very much wishing to deny, the erasure hero just grabbed his umbrella and opened the car door. "We're where we're supposed to be."
Because while the indications of "the big white house at the end of the street" were rather vague, Shouta could see what they were meant to convey. Just one teeny-tiny detail一 this was not a house, this was a mansion.
(Closing his eyes for a moment, Aizawa counted backwards from ten and gathered his bearings.)
Now that Hizashi had joined him in front of the door, the black haired man pressed the doorbell and waited.
He was expecting the face that would greet them to belong to a man that was very obviously dangerous and didn't care one bit about how it made others feel. Instead, what 一or rather who一 opened the door was a person he hadn't expected to see in this kind of a setting.
