A/n: Okay, so I did ungenderbend some people, the guys from U.A are back to normal, so you got your regularly explosive swearing destination boy, the self breaking hydro crying cinnamon bun, and half cold half hot abused daddy issues guys back. If you guys aren't comfortable with any gender bends previous or future let me know and I'll see what I can do about it. But as promised, something a little interesting and funny will now be put into effect to compensate, not immediately, but over time...hehehe...
Also, I've slightly altered the name of the assassin group. It is still The Alphabet, though is spoken as Aibítir. Same word but still better.
3rd POV
"We...we made it!" Kirishima yelled happily, raising his arms into the air and laughing heartily.
"We're alive. I thought we..." Tsuu started, tears formed at the corner of her eyes as she walked into the sun once again "I thought we were all going to..."
"It's okay now," Uraraka wrapped her arms around Tsuu as a form of comforting her, but despite that giant smile on her face, she was crying as well.
With everyone exiting the USJ, there was a variety of reactions from the students. While it couldn't be denied that all of them were beyond happy to be alive after such a big incident, there was one giant factor that they were all aware of that made them shiver.
They had met Echo, one of the assassins that were infamous around the world, but there was another fact that was bothering some of them, many, almost all of them, having mixed feelings about it. The one that had helped save them, the one that had fought the hardest and was repeatedly torn apart and put back together, yet still rose every time until back up arrived, was also one of those assassins.
No one knew how to feel about both him and Sierra. It was a fact that in the past they had killed people, they had killed heroes, ruined cities, and made fear spread throughout the world. But at the same time, they both fought with all their might for the very people that were stuck on knowing which side they were truly on.
It wasn't easy, yet it was funny for some, funny in a sad way. They didn't understand how their feelings to one person, the one who risked his life and exposed his own identity for them, could change so easily. Sure, there were mysteries surrounding him, but they thought they knew who he was...but now...they didn't want to believe it.
Merely learning of his past had made many change their views of him. It was not something to be blamed on them, this would be the natural reaction of many people...
But they were heroes in training! Very few could accept Yn with what he has done. However, his past did not change the fact that he saved them. They were all forced to witness it again and again, the sight of the blindfolded boy being cut to pieces, regenerating, being ripped apart, only to regrow, being crushed underfoot and fist, to stand up once again, to be stabbed and slashed, and relating with his life on the line. It was burned within their memories, images that would either help them grow or scar them for life.
"Alright, snap out of it you brats," a gruff, annoyed voice caused all of them to look up, seeing a rather old man smoking a cigarette. Behind him were several troops and heroes from agencies from all over.
"I would ask what the situation is, but I can already guess the gist of it," he grunted, his stern eyes causing them all to step back from intimidation.
It didn't go unnoticed when his gaze softened at the sight of the critically injured, but it soon returned to what it was originally when he saw the media trying to swarm in, recording the scene and those that needed to be transported to a hospital immediately.
