Kamino was quiet.
Too quiet for a place this close to Yokohama's core. No sirens, no footsteps, no laughter—just the hum of street lamps and the occasional flicker of a neon sign that hadn't been changed in years.
We moved as a group, ducking low in our disguises. My hood was pulled tight, and I kept my head down as we reached the edge of the district Momo's device had led us to.
"There," Kirishima said, pointing to a looming structure. "That warehouse."
It was squat, wide, and rust-colored—choked in ivy, dusted in grime. Most of its windows were boarded, and the large front gate looked like it hadn't been used in decades.
Izuku stepped forward, squinting at the structure. "The front's overgrown on purpose. They're trying to make it look abandoned."
"I can't even tell if anyone's inside," Momo whispered. "It's so still."
We gathered near a low wall across the street. Shoto checked the scanner again, and Tenya ran a gloved hand along the concrete edge, scanning for tripwires or security.
I crouched next to Izuku, who was biting his lip the way he did when he was overthinking everything. I gently nudged his arm.
"We're doing the right thing," I said softly.
He nodded, then turned toward me. "I know. It's just... I keep thinking if I mess this up again, someone else will get taken."
"You won't." I met his eyes. "And even if something goes wrong, we're not doing this alone."
He looked at me like he wanted to say something else—but then two voices echoed from down the road.
"Oi, oi, what do we have here?" A pair of drunk men staggered toward us, waving bottles and mumbling nonsense. "Kids playing ninja or somethin'? You know it's past curfew, yeah?"
Before anyone could panic, Tenya straightened up, clearing his throat with practiced elegance.
"Ah! There you are, uncle!" he said, voice suddenly too loud and fake. "We've been looking all over for you."
Izuku caught on instantly, stepping beside him. "Yeah, we were told to pick up our... elderly relatives. Sorry for the disguise, it was part of a school project."
The two drunks blinked, clearly confused.
"Eh... bunch of weirdos," one muttered. "Don't get caught up in shady stuff, kids. This city eats the soft."
They shuffled past, still grumbling.
As soon as they were gone, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.
"Well done," Momo said, impressed. "That was quick thinking."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Wasn't much."
"It was," I said quietly. "It was just enough."
His ears turned pink.
We skirted around the side of the warehouse and found a narrow alleyway choked with trash bags and rusted crates. The wall on this side was half-shaded, and one of the old windows was partially intact.
"Here," Shoto said, pointing to the frame. "This should give us a view inside without drawing attention."
Tenya knelt beneath the window, lacing his fingers together. "Step on."
Kirishima did the same beside him, and I watched as Shoto and Izuku climbed onto their backs to peek inside.
"Can you see anything?" Momo asked, inching closer.
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