Cat's Rule the world.... since when?!

My Stand, My training!

Perched on the edge of the rooftop, I could see the first signs. Shadows moving, flickers of light through the trees. They're here. It's starting. My heart's pounding, but I'm not scared—nah, it's something else. Anticipation, maybe? Yeah. Definitely not fear.

"Alright, Deku, get a grip."

My eyes track them—their patterns, the way they move, not wanting to be spotted. Amateurs. They think they're sneaky, but I've seen this before. Hell, I've lived this life for the past day, and it's starting to feel too familiar.

I should be hiding, staying low, but instead, I'm stuck here trying to figure out my next move. They're going to breach the mansion, and I can't just sit around twiddling my thumbs.

I glance down at the grounds. People are gathering. Time to go. I need a gun.

Lucky for me, I'm in a mafia mansion where firearms are practically décor. I make my way down from the roof, parkouring through my window, flipping over ledges, and slipping down to the ground without a sound. My body moves like second nature. All those years running from bullies, running for my life—turns out it was good training for avoiding mafia foot soldiers.

I drop into a hallway, scanning quickly. Need to get my hands on a weapon. The second I round the corner, I spot Denki. He's standing there, looking like he's trying to figure out if he's supposed to be panicking or not.

"Denki!" I call out, jogging up to him. "I need a gun."

He blinks at me, eyes wide. "A... gun?"

"Yeah, a gun. Now, please. People are about to storm the place."

He's frozen for a second, staring at me like I just sprouted another head. "Wait—what do you mean you need a gun? You don't even know how to shoot."

I roll my eyes. "I'm a quick learner. Hand it over."

Still blinking, Denki pulls a handgun from his holster and hands it to me like he's handing over a delicate piece of glass. His face is twisted with disbelief, but I'm already checking the chamber, my mind working faster than my nerves. Denki's voice cuts through the tension.

"Are you serious right now? You're really gonna—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm serious. Thanks for the help, Denki." I flash him a grin before bolting down the hall, gun in hand.

I make it outside just as the first of them come into view. There's no time for hesitation now. I take cover behind one of the garden walls and steady my breathing. Eyes focused, heart racing, but my hands? Steady as hell. I lift the gun, aim down the sight, and fire.

The first shot rings out, and the guy drops instantly. Holy—okay, that worked.

Denki's voice from earlier echoes in my head. "You don't even know how to shoot." Yeah, right. Looks like I do now.

I line up my next target. Breathe in. Fire. Another one down. My body feels weirdly calm, like it knows what to do even if my brain's playing catch-up. People are moving fast now, but I'm faster. Three more shots, three more hits.

This is actually... kind of fun?

I keep moving, changing position every couple of shots. If they spot me, I'm screwed. But so far, they're too focused on getting into the mansion to notice the quirkless kid with a gun taking them out one by one. I smile to myself, finding another spot behind a pillar, lining up the next one.

Another shot. Another one down. This is... easier than I thought.

Then, I hear Denki's voice again, only this time it's not in my head. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

I turn and see him sprinting back toward the house, yelling something about me, about guns, about... well, I don't care what. I've got my rhythm now. It's like I'm built for this.

Suddenly, the gun clicks empty. Crap. I duck behind the wall, heart pounding as I reload. I can hear footsteps getting closer—there's no time to think. I fire off one more shot before it runs empty again. I'm out of bullets.

Okay. Time to move.

I take off from my spot, slipping through the garden like I've been doing this my whole life. The mansion looms ahead, but I'm not going back inside yet. Not while this fight is still going on.

I round a corner and slide into an old abandoned building I scouted out earlier. It's empty, but it gives me the perfect view of the entire estate. From here, I can watch, plan my next move. My mind's already racing, going over the mansion's weak spots. I've seen enough to know where they'll hit next.

I let myself catch my breath for a moment, leaning back against the wall. My stomach growls, and I can't help but laugh to myself. Here I am, mid-firefight, and all I can think about is food.

That's when I hear it. Voices. Low, hushed, and definitely not friendly. I inch closer to the window, listening. They're talking about Bakugo. My heart skips. This is bad. They're planning something big—an attack, something about an insider.

I grit my teeth. Of course there's a spy. There's always a spy....and I just found ours.

My eyes narrow. I've got to tell Bakugo, but I can't just walk in and hand him the info like nothing's going on. Gotta be smart about this. Gotta play this right.

For now, though? I've got to move.