Darkest Hero

A tear in space

Darkest Hero

Hello everyone, welcome back once more to the madness and spelling errors that is this fic.

Q and A segment as per normal;

Q: will we be getting the HSC's reaction to all this?

A: yes we will

Q: Is spinner related to Wade?

A: yes, poor bastard.

Q: So the big/small quirk girl from 1B was a traitor or atleast worked for stain?

A: yup.

Q: given Spinner's words about the Nomu is the league of villains in the city already?

A: not yet. He just knows what they are and assumed it was backup from Shigaraki.

Q: So killjoy gonna die?

A: nope. Much more punishment for the spider hoe.

Chapter 60: a tear in space

Miruko panted heavily as she quickly wrapped together several large lengths of rebar using some rope that she found during the fight. She was seriously getting sick and tired of the damned Icon of Sin, especially since it just demolished that cafe she liked which served carrot cake and the fact that it had been half an hour of attacking it and it still wasn't dead. A grunt of annoyance signalled her father being sent flying once more, this time towards a gore best in an exposed sewer system that All Might was fighting towards. A primal scream of anger let loose from her lips as she jumped from the rooftop as she saw her mother get swatted into the ground and stomped on by the Icon, her makeshift spear held above her head as she dived for the beast's exposed brain. With a swift movement she bought it down resulting in a spray of blood and brain matter.

The Icon shrieked in pain as it threw its head back sending Miruko flying over its back at breakneck speeds boosted by the pulse of Argent energy that burst forth from the exposed gash in the brain. The rabbit hero barely had time to reorient herself before her leg slammed into a miraculously still standing light post atop the UA stadium wall which flipped her as she slammed face first into a group of people, kicking up dust as she did so.

Whoever she landed on was warm and comfortable "and smells good" Miruko mentally admitted to herself as she pushed herself up while ignoring her blushing cheeks and planted her hand on something warm and firm. As she dust settled that warm, comfy and firm thing turned out to be the Cenobite kid with the flames for hair she met yesterday. "The heck you looking at d-dork?"

"My mum." The kid squeaked as he looked past her, his skull quickly engulfed in a roaring inferno of green fire that did little more than warm and tickle at her arms and face.

Miruko raised an eyebrow before turning and saw a green haired woman with an amused smirk on her face.

"You're daisy's kid right?" Inko asked with a gleam in her eye

"Uh yeah. What of it?" Miruko replied as she climbed off of Izuku and by extention the two girls he had partly landed on from her knocking them over.

"Oh just a fan of her work, nine months of blood was such a wonderful occasion, the ferals were running scared and when she caught one there were such lovely screams." Inko sighed as she remembered the fun times when all the ferals got a collective reality check that you don't fuck with a pissed off Daisy. "You're blushing dear."