𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 ❖ MY HERO ACADEMIA

chapter 71 - childlike joy

Somewhere, in the near future:

"What do you mean they just ran off?!" He yelled, standing up from his chair and pulling the phone from his hand. "You weren't watching them?!"

"No, sir, I was, but I had to use the bathroom an-"

"And you left them alone, I..." The older man slammed his hands into his face and groaned loudly before thinking about a much needed plan, very quickly... "Alright...get everyone we can in the area... we need to find them, alright?"

The blond then bit his lip as he looked at his senoir. "Well, sir...I think one of them is hostage..."

Deadass, 5 hours earlier.

The plane to New York had finally landed, and now the real deal of doing Hero-based work would begin.

And the moment, the very moment that the shuttle bus from the airport arrived out the front of a massive hotel, Komi knew that this place put the luxury in luxury.
The lobby itself had a marbel floor, leather chairs, free water and smelt like money.

Momo sighed, a small smile finding its way to her face. "Gosh, this reminds me of the foyer at home..."

Uraraka may just have just passed out.

Getting the keys to their accommodation, the whole of the 12th floor was just for the class, although the only downfall would be the confusing numbers for each apartment and the weird font they were laid out in.

Going back to rooming with the trip's set buddy, Komi and Jiro got into their room, barely even unpack and just got straight into a hero costume to go patrolling.
It was the first thing set out for the duo, and the two wanted to be sure to get a good area to patrol.

And they did...for about 20 minutes. For of course Aizawa had to implement a new patrol course given that Denki and Mina were fooling around and taking the easy route while also having a whole ass camera crew suddenly on them like they were taking place in an action movie.

So, the patrol groups changed, leaving Jiro to go with Shoji and Komi? Well take a wild guess to who she ended up with?

"Shove a cactus up your ass, you moron!" 
"Bakugo, he's 4!"

Bakugo was yelling at this poor little kid who 'lost' his mother and was crying in the middle of the street and so when Komi walked up to him asking what was wrong, his mother appeared behind him, asking him not to walk so fast.
That was 20 minutes ago. Now, the same kid ran into the back of Bakugo's hero costume and spilt ice cream all over it.

Also, the language barrier thing was also stopping from the mother giving Bakugo that much of a harsh glare. Komi smiled, and apologised as she shoved the ash blond away.

"You can't just start yelling at kids, dude." Komi sighed. "You say you want to be number one, but your public image is catastrophic."

Bakugo scoffs. "Says you, talking about Hawks and you getting married."

Komi grinned. "It was a poetic wedding, Beyonce sung for us."

"Who?" Bakugo was very disappointing. How was he the one she liked?

Sighing, Komi and Bakugo walked on, eyeing the roads, streets and alleys of the streets. Everything was pretty much in tiptop shape, just the odd job of helping someone move something or stopping a public fight. Very basic stuff.
Komi did most of the talking, given Bakugo thought that everyone else should speak his language and that 'they should just know'. Whatever that meant.

However, that is not the point.

It was Komi's hair pricking up on the base of her skull.

The point is that the back of Komi's neck started to feel cold, but it wasn't a dangerous threat, more just a brisky feeling. If she wasn't paying so much close attention to it, then she might've not notice it at all, or just played it off as a feeling of a cold breeze.