Wrong place, right time?

Chaoter 24

TW: mild mentions of abuse in a flashback

No one's POV:

"Have we found out anything about those two?" Aizawa groaned, slapping Mic's hand away from his busted shoulder as the poor blonde man fussed over him and tried to put him into a sling. Everyone shook their heads, "we only have code names- or fake names- whatever they are..nothing concrete"

"Well what now? We can't send anyone else in- they'd be too suspicious and we can't just sit around. There's at least ten or more villains living together plotting for our downfall as we speak!" The tired injured man said as he hit the table before deflating and finally letting mic put him into the sling.

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"Achoo! Ugh..."Dabi sneezed and grunted as he rubbed his nose, still hungover from the previous nights events. "Who's chatting shit?" I he grumbles before promptly passing out face first into the table.

...yeah..very productive villains plotting for the hero's downfall..not at all hungover from a celebration of being rid of 'Jacob'...

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The detective and select hero's who were present kept going back and forth, bouncing back new ideas every few minutes that got shot down for being impractical, dangerous or just downright stupid. Everyone was running on fumes and ready to be done with this case and lock it away forever. Sadly it was proving to be more trouble than they originally thought with how clever the 'child' was and how elusive this 'bat' was that the villains stayed in.

After a few minutes of almost unnerving silence someone finally speaks up. Hoping to hear a new idea detective nomasa waved his hand dismissively to hear it. Unfortunately for him, it was nezu.

"For now we gather information" next says calmly, putting his paws together with his usual unnerving smile. "Then once we're ready we set the bait and wait. I do love a game of cat and mouse!" He chirps, his ear flicking before he took a sip of his tea. The rest of the room was silent. A bit unsure of what to think of this plan. Hell it couldn't even be called a plan! It was a poor excuse for an idea at best. No..There must be more to it, nezu wouldn't just sit and wait idly when everyone was being threatened right? ...right?

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Running, panting, scared wide eyes, scraped knees, a heaving chest. The streets pass by. Where is this place? Where- "GET BACK HERE YOU TWITCHING FREAK" Being hit in the back and falling against the wall hurt, hands scraping against the brick as the oversized clothing ripped. "I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU THE YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER"

Fear- fear fuelled by adrenaline. That's how the pain was numbed and she kept running. Further and further.

"No no no no-" Cho gasped as she shot up out of bed, crashing onto the floor without her blanket or teddy, her voice horse from her lack of speaking. The sudden screaming scared everyone on the base. Kurogiri the most. He darted out of the bar and into his room, quickly assessing for danger before he scooped her up into his arms and held her as she sobbed.

The misty man in question stood baffled and silent as he held her tight against him, brushing her hair back softly as her chest heaved and the lights in the room flickered. The few others who grew to care, even if they would never admit it, had quietly walked over to check if everything was okay. Seeing kurogiri standing and holding her whilst somehow managing to look so lost even without a face unnerved them. No one knew what happened or what to make of this situation but they knew better than to stay gawking. They all left back to the bar and quietly spoke amongst themselves as they tried to make heads and tails of what set Cho off so badly.

"Baby you need to calm down...your quirk is going off and your twitching.." he murmurs softly into her hair as he bounces her and hushes her softly. "That's it..shhh..." he soothes her expertly, brushing back her pale green hair, "your doing such a good job taking calm deep breaths.."