Shattered minds (My hero academia)

Reunions

Arctic sat across from Lieutenant Axel, the air thick with tension as they pored over maps and blueprints of the League of Villains' hideout. Stacks of documents were scattered around them in heaps, engulfing them in paperwork. Each detail was scrutinized, every potential obstacle analyzed, as they hashed out the intricacies of their infiltration plan.

"We can't afford any mistakes," Axel muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. "One slip-up and we'll lose our chance to acquire the target." He ran a hand through his hair, the dark ridges under his eyes standing starks against the dim light hanging over them.

Arctic nodded solemnly, his mind racing through possible scenarios and contingencies. The Doctor was their primary target, the linchpin holding the League's twisted experiments together. Removing him would deal a significant blow to their operations, and would help boost theirs.

Their discussion was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, a junior officer stepping into the room with a nervous countenance.

"Lieutenant, Special Officer," he greeted anxiously, his gaze switching between them, lingering on Arctic's as if he expected the teen to suddenly pull out his gun and shoot him. His voice breathless with urgency, "You're going to want to see this."

With a sigh Axel followed the officer out of the room and into a nearby monitoring station, Arctic shadowing him dutifully. There, a group of officers were crowded around the big screen looming over them. Parting to let them through wordlessly as they stepped into the fold.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as they watched the news feed currently rolling on display.

The headline sent a chill down Arctic's spine: 'UA Student Kidnapped by League of Villains.'

Axel's eyes narrowed as he processed the information, his mind already calculating the implications. "This is it," he said, his voice low but determined. "The League's distracted. It's the perfect opportunity."

Arctic's pulse quickened with a surge of adrenaline. The urgency of the situation was palpable, driving home the gravity of their mission. This was their chance to strike, to disrupt the League's plans, and to protect innocent lives.

"Let's move," Axel commanded, his tone firm as he turned to Arctic. "We're going after the doctor. Time to put our plan into action."

Arctic nodded, his resolve steeling as they prepared to embark on their dangerous mission. With the League preoccupied, they had a narrow window of opportunity to make their move.

"Just put on your mobile suit, no extra measures, we can't miss this window." He ordered, eyeing his green hair dubiously.

"Yes, Sir."

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Bakugou strained against the shackles clamped onto his wrists, too tight to be comfortable, holding him up, tied to the ceiling. His skin was red and irritated from the endless struggle he put up against the offending objects.

His arms were stuck together in a way that prevented him from using his quirk, lest he blow off his own hands. Sweat gathered at his brow, drops sliding down his heated skin unpleasantly. The fuckers had turned up the heat, probably aiming to unnerve him while he waited for them to get their shit together.

His head ached, blood caked his forehead, his hair clamping onto the wound he'd gotten back at the training camp while fighting the teeth freak. He cursed himself for letting this happen to him, he was supposed to be stronger than this.

A growl escaped his throat as he knocked his weight against the chains once more, more out of frustration this time than any serious attempt at escaping. His shoulders burned with the force of it, protesting against the abuse.