You long to end your life, so you never will die || bnha / bsd

The incomprehensibility of society is the incomprehensibility of the individual.

Aizawa sighed for the nth time, his face perpetually stuck in an irritated expression. He sat in the teachers' office with Nedzu, who grinned at his exasperation.

"You should let it go. You know, they're capable students who'll bring a lot to the school."

"I don't want to hear that from someone who allowed themselves to be captured." Aizawa grumbled. "It's just... the 1-A students have already been through enough. Accepting these two is practically a death sentence for the class."

The principal chuckled. "So you were just concerned over your students?"

He glanced away. "Well, I wouldn't call it 'concerned'..."

"So protective?"

"No! No. Let's just say I want to see them reach their full potential. It would be too much of a waste for them simply to perish here."

Nedzu smiled, his tail curling upwards. "Well said. But I do suppose that you're not telling the truth." 

Aizawa frowned, but before he could retort, Recovery Girl approached the pair. In her hand she held a small hologram display device.

"Hello." She nodded.

"What's up?"

"I know that you guys, and Eraser especially, have some concerns about the new students' origin. So I thought I would let you know that when I was rewatching the recording of their fight, and one of them said something a bit worrying."

"Worrying?" Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "How so?"

"Well, it would be better to watch it yourselves."

Aizawa and Nedzu turned to look at one another. Recovery Girl pressed a button on the side of the hologram, and a blue-tinted projection spun up, displaying a low-quality video clip. "The audio is from the recording devices on the stickers we gave them, and I overlaid it onto the footage from the stage."

The two seemed to be chatting with one another leisurely. The tall one whistled, the audio clipping slightly. "What a budget this school has."

A few reddish pixels on screen bobbed up and down, presumably the redhead nodding. "Damn. And I thought the Port Mafia had money to burn."

The intercom rang out and the two burst forward, the clip ending as the first cement column rose to meet them.

"Port... mafia?"

"Yes. To think that the boys could be involved with some sort of organized crime..." Recovery Girl grimly speculated. She leaned onto her cane, a bleak expression on her face.

"Hold up. Port mafia? They said they were from Yokohama." Aizawa touched his chin in thought.

"A port city?" Nedzu mused. "Could they have been involved before they came here? Do we know that they are really still involved?"

"Major organized crime in Yokohama. What groups appear in that area? Hm... Inagawa-kai, Kaneko-kai, and Aizu-Kyodo-kai..."

Nedzu tilted his head curiously. "Aizu-Kyodo-kai? That group has ties with the Shie Hassai-kai."

"Shie Hassai-kai. They've come up on the hero radars recently, haven't they?"

"I won't deny it."

Recovery Girl raised her hand. "Shie Hassai-kai? I apologize, but you'll have to enlighten me."

Aizawa turned towards her, pausing for a second before deciding to speak. "The Shie Hassai-kai are a yakuza based in Fukuoka. They made contact with the League of Villains in the past few months, and are on the 'potential villain groups' watchlist." He explained. "And if Nakahara and Dazai are involved with them, we'll have every right to get involved."