Fucking Fates | My Hero Academia [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

When she was thinking this was going to be a very long week she wasn't certainly expecting this sort of long week.

For the past three days it was all filled with something so dastardly intense that left her exhausted beyond her normal limits. Just the morning of yesterday she jerked awake in her bed realizing that she must have started to sleepwalk in the middle and the rest of the day.

Mirko didn't go slow, it wasn't at all in her style. She was quick and straight to the point. Had the girl running behind her not having Lysandra stop even for a single moment to catch her own breath.

Going on countless missions back to back not stopping until she was released by Mirko to head back home.

Currently finally did the two sit down on some kind of roof. Closing her eyes, her body groggy beyond excretion. Lungs and legs are still burning from all the running.

Eyelids pulling themselves apart, shaking her head to keep herself awake. All of this was not at all what she was expecting.

The three days that had passed were waking up, running around defeating a small-time thug or nasty villain all throughout the day and then sleeping. Usually Lysandra would be able to train in the morning or after school with Leonarda but she hadn't been able to. Usually when there was some sort of peace in her schedule day-to-day life now bore simplistic chaos.

Mirko standing with her hands on her hips, looming over the two-haired colored girl. "Getting tired already?" Mirko asks, loudly.

Lifting her head up towards her mentor, Lysandra didn't want to show her that she was weak. That she couldn't handle herself. Shaking her head, she doesn't verbally answer.

Mirko laughs, loudly, straight into the air. "Afraid you can't keep up?"

"I can keep up," Lysandra lets out disgruntled.

Stretching out her legs, the pro-hero agrees, "I have no doubt you can." Her red eyes fill silver's. "Let's go. I have one just up your alley."

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This was indeed up her alley.

A stealth mission designed to stay within the shadows. Mirko gave her the job to go in and grab some sort of harddrive. Supposedly it was filled with countless pieces of evidence. So that's what she was doing.

The woman hadn't given her pointers or any useful information besides the occasional ones that focused on said mission.

Sliding in through the window, her raven following afterwards. Lysandra crouch walks along the side of the wall. Eyes panickedly searching around. She wished the two would have taken the time to figure out their schedule but no, they had to jump right into it without hours of preparation.

Footsteps quiet and small. Reaching to the computer she leans over her silver eyes searching for the harddrive.

But there was nothing there besides the stack of papers and an unorganized mess. Tilting her head to the side she whispers, "It's not here."

Mirko hums out, "It should be."

Staring at the computer, Lysandra thinks to herself, if this was a valuable piece that holds a lot of evidence to put them in jail, why would they even keep it in the one place everyone knew they were going to find it. Wouldn't it be far more logical to keep it on—