But What If I Was Better? | Mob Joins UA

14 | The Truth We Can't Deny

And to think I originally hoped I could fit this entire arc into "Spoonful of Cinnamon." Lol!
Goes to show I never improve when it comes to judging the length of an arc ahead of time.
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"Pretty intense security system you have here..." All Might muttered as he drove along slowly. Almost at a complete stop, his car followed many others up to a very secure gate. A thick, military-grade wall much like UA's surrounded the growing city of Deika. His nerves were made even more uneasy as armed guards wearing bullet proof vests approached the vehicle.

"Are you two residents of this place?" One man asked after the retired hero rolled down his window.

"No.." Yoichi chuckled softly, pointing over his shoulder at the woman. "Just this lady here in the passenger seat."

The young man tore the sunglasses off of his face, wide eyes exposed. "Wait, is that you, All Might??" A faint smile crawled onto the young man's face. The retired blond smiled back, eased a little to meet a fan. The young man forced himself to be serious again, clearing his throat as he pulled up his tablet. "I'm sorry, but unregistered heroes, even retired ones, aren't allowed past the gate."

"I understand." Lying. "I'm just here to drop Mrs. Midoriya off. Inko... Midoriya Inko."

The guard tapped around on his tablet until his upper half suddenly perked up. "That checks out! Did you have a fun evening, ma'am?"

Inko nodded. "Yes. Thank you." All Might couldn't tell if the woman was nervous on his or her own behalf. Either way, it made letting her go just a little more difficult.

"Alright! You'll have to turn the car around at this next fork before the gate. Mrs. Inko, mind stepping out and following me?"

"Y-yes.." The woman jumped into action.

"Don't forget your purse." All Might leaned over to grab the purse and hand it to the woman.

"Thanks.." She took it swiftly. As calm as Inko was trying to be...Toshinori could sense something was a little off.

His eyes stayed on the woman and the young man who escorted her until they disappeared behind the gate, tapping the steering wheel agitatedly as he was forced to veer left and out of the way.

'Sure hope it's just me.... But something feels a little off about that place...'

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Inko walked alone through the neighborhood, the sun's light falling to a close behind the wall. The place was far less cluttered than UA's refugee center had been, but that came at the cost of there being so little sense of community. The suburban neighborhood was awfully quiet. The people originally living here were all so nice to take in the refugees, but that also meant it was the original residents who held power over the newcomers' lives.

Mrs. Inko was lucky enough to be taken alone into the house of a very well off woman. A top reporter who apparently had a soft spot for the mother and her story. Sometimes, the young woman would even go on about wishing she had a loving mother like Mrs. Inko.

...Inko highly doubted that.... There was nothing great, or special about what she did. In fact...she was pretty used to being down on herself for never before believing in her son; and before that she would always blame herself for giving birth to a child born without a quirk. But..if this young woman insisted she was the inspirational type, then guess there was no point in arguing with her...

Inko stopped at the large, modern home of the woman. Almost every window was lit with warm light from inside. She hesitated.. then rung the doorbell.