𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕜𝕠 (𝔹ℕℍ𝔸/𝕄ℍ𝔸 𝕩 𝕂ℕ𝕐)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

Kimiko's eyes widened a miniscule degree, turning sharply towards the sound of the explosion and the ash-blonde boy who made it.

What a familiar sight...A bitter thought welled up in her mind. He looked the same as the day she was kidnapped. His ash-blonde hair puffing up like a porcupines, hanging low over his eyebrows; his crimson eyes narrowed to slits; and tiny threatening explosions popping on his hands.

She knew that look.

He wouldn't attack her or Kanao, not without explicit permission from the ones holding the authority, but he was sending a silent threat to them: Don't move, don't run, or you're dead.

And from Kanao's uncomfortable shifting next to her, she'd figured it out as well.

What do we do?

If Kanao was bad at talking, Kimiko's skills were downright in the dumps. There was no way she could say anything without completely giving away the truth.

What do we do?

Her heartbeat was accelerating rapidly, the sudden change in its tempo sending blood thrumming through her veins, and adrenaline coursing through her. She wanted nothing more than to grab Kanao's hand, sprint out of there, and leave all those memories buried, just like she'd always done so brilliantly.

In a situation like this, not even he could help.

"Kimiko!" Kanao exclaimed, a hint of worry in her tone as she snapped her fingers repeatedly in front of the dazed girl, trying to get her attention. It took another minute before the girl came back to reality, blinking.

She raised a pale hand, resting it on her temple. Why was a migraine here when she really didn't need it? Any other time and it chose now. The continuous jolts of pain were really making it hard to think properly.

Pastel eyes glanced at her coin, "Gomen. I had a headache."

"Drop whatever fucking thing you're holding!" That was it. The voice that'd shouted at her during all those restless, nightmarish nights, "Drop it!"

Instead, the blonde girl's hands closed tighter around the coin, the same way she'd held it when it was first given to her by the former Flower Hashira.

It was the first thing Kanae had given to her, yet the most important.

She will not let it be tainted.

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Katsuki let out a groan, rubbing his head.

Where the fuck am I?!

The room was dimly lit, a few lanterns and flickering candles scattered around. From the hazy yellow glow they emitted, he could see the other losers sprawled out in various positions around the room, still unconscious.

His hand lifted to touch his forehead, feeling the stickiness of blood beginning to stream from that blasted cut again.

The two girls had looked so frail, so delicate, as though one fucking measly explosion from him could easily shatter them into pieces; could blast them right off their feet.

And instead, the blond was the one who knocked him out.

From the way the girl held herself; to her blank yet meek gaze, everything about her screamed weakness and easy opponent. She'd reacted so seemingly slow when he'd attacked her, yet his abdomen still ached from where she landed a kick against it.

"G...GODDAMMIT!" His voice echoed through the small, cramped room that barely managed to fit the class. His hands throbbed from the amount of explosions he'd let off earlier, yet he still beat them against the wall uselessly.

"K...Kaachan!" Goddammit, "Kaachan, what are you doing?"

"Shut up, nerd!" He glowered, blasting the door with a flickering, weak explosion.

There was a slight movement from the door on the other side, a few clinking of keys, and then the door creaked open rather ominously. Two petite girls stepped through.

One of the two that both boys recognized.

She'd grown a lot, but they recognized her nonetheless. How could they not? Before they got their quirks, they were inseparable. It was only after their Quirks manifested that she began to grow distant and silent, sad and lonely.

"Kimiko?" His voice came out in a breathless croak, his hands falling at his sides.

The blonde girl, his sister, stood there, silhouetted in the dim light, her lips slightly parted.

"T...Kimiko? Kimiko-chan?" Izuku stammered, crawling to his feet and stumbling towards the gradient-eyed girl, "Is that you, Kimiko-chan?"

His voice trailed off, as the girl lifted a hand, pointing at the class who were now watching their interaction groggily, their just-conscious minds unable to fully comprehend what was going on.

"Your presence..." The other girl, the one with the raven hair, spoke quietly.

"Has been required at the Master's residence." Kimiko finished.

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A/N: AHHHHHH OMFG this is so bad but still the best I could write with the worst case of writer's block in history😭 Maybe one day I'll come back to it to rewrite this shitty chapter but this is all I'm churning out right now.