To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Twenty-Three

Warning: cursing

1643 words.

I'm trying out Powderpuff Football for my school for the homecoming game and I think I'm going to regret it... anyways, the music this chapter is by Evanescence, her voice is absolutely beautiful 1,000,000/10 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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"You still have those notes, don't you?" FatGum asks, giving a pointed look to the notebook in my hands. Having already text Amajiki to bring my notebook last night when we got the call to action, he at least knows I brought something of decent detail.

"Yes sir. I have a very detailed account of the night we came into contact with the quirk damaging drug." I say formally, handing over the notebook flipped to the right pages, "I have the pages numbered, you'll find all the information from that night on pages twelve through fourteen, thirteen being the back of twelve. I hope it's able to help the investigation."

"Definitely!" FatGum says enthusiastically, "I'm glad you take such detailed and neatly written reports, it really helps!"

"This notebook is my revision of my original notes, basically I put everything into one statement and make it not as scratchy and sporadic of handwriting." I admit, scratching the back of my head sheepishly, "Sometimes I can't even read my own handwriting from that notebook. Here, see?" I pull the notepad out from my pocket and hand it over, my chicken scratch handwriting covering a third of the pages.

FatGum sucks in a sharp breath, "I got to agree with you on that one." He admits, handing the notebook back, "That's worse than some of the things I have to decode for drug deals! No offense, of course."

I chuckle, "Yeah, I can probably agree with you on that although I've never seen drug deal writing before. Do they do it on their hands or...?"

"Well, you see-"

"Alright. Everyone is here. Please gather yourselves at the table and we'll begin to discuss the matter at hand." Nighteye announces, gesturing towards the table parts and chairs that are just now being brought into our meeting room. We all gather the tables and chairs around into a circle then sit with our designated agencies. I'm in between Amajiki and Kirishima with FatGum in the end seat closest to Nighteye. FatGum hands over the notebook I gave to him of the account of our run in with those drug-dealing thugs to Nighteye, and he skims over it briefly before glancing at me skeptically and setting the notebook to his right.

"Bubble Girl, if you will."

"Yes sir! She clutches onto the tablet for dear life, breasts noticeably handing out under the crop top of her hero costume. If I were to sum up her words along with Nighteye's and Centipeder's in the first bit of the meeting, I'd say they informed us of multiple locations in which the Shie Hasaikai have connections to, stating that they sent out a message concerning this next bit of information across the Hero Network, contacting heroes across the country. The people around us today are people who are familiar with the areas shown on the map, some of the pros deducted, one saying his speculation aloud for the rest of us to hear.

Then Rock Lock decides to empower us with a statement full of wondrous achievement and happy vibes. If the person reading my journal one day can't hear the sarcasm in this prior statement, I suggest they think about how Rock Lock operates. Anywhom, I am quite frankly angered by his statement, as is most everyone in here, and so like many others I speak up. My voice is faint compared to everyone else, but I'm still able to get my point across, "Not to be rude, Rock Lock sir, I know you have a child at home and are trying to indirectly keep us children from getting hurt, however, I'd like to say that everyone in this room who is a student has more passion than anyone else sitting here today. U.A.'s "Big Three" have power and passion that surpasses everyone in this room, and I'm sure everyone knows that, and these first-year hero students are just as- excuse my language- pissed off that a young girl has been taken." I lay my hands out on the table in front of me, drawing everyone's attention away from my face, "Mirio-senpai, Midoriya-san, you are both feeling guilty, I get that, I do. Uraraka-san, Tsu-chan, Hado-senpai, you all have proven yourselves as coordinated, boss babes. Kirishima-san, Amajiki-senpai, you two are stronger than you'll ever realize, hence the amazing hero names you've both chosen." I run my right fingers over my scar on my left hand, suddenly losing the adrenaline and feeling like I've been hit by a ton of bricks, "Please excuse my interruption."