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21 ☆ Juicy Drama

WELCOME BACC TO THE CHAOS

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Eijiro was escorted out of the building by security after that incident. Meanwhile, everyone was trying to regain their hearing back.

"Alright, I think I'm okay," Denki mumbled as he woke up.

"Oh, no. (Y/N) is dead!" Hitoshi alerted.

"WAT—" All the boys whipped their heads in my direction. . .except Hanta though. He was still a block of ice.

"SDFSDFSSDA—" They scrambled in my direction, falling over chairs and such.

"OH, MY—IS SHE OKAY!?!?" Izuku panicked as he flailed around like a kitten on a sugar rush.

"STAY CALM—WE JUST HAVE TO UH—" Tenya was having too much of a nervous breakdown to even finish his sentence.

"Stay with me, xinganbaobei~" Katsuki whispered as he took my limp hand in his.

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Uhh, what does that mean?"

"Oh, that's Buddhist for 'sweetheart'."

Their expressions were confused upon hearing his response.

"Buddhism isn't a language but you do you, man." Hitoshi dabbed.

"Guys—back to (Y/N)!" Tenya reminded.

"I have just the thing." Denki smirked before grabbing both Izuku and Katsuki. So, he rubbed their heads against each other, which created static electricity. Activating his Quirk, he shouted, "CLEAR!!!" Then pressed their hair against my heart like a defibrillator or something.

"GAH!!" I shot up, panting from being shocked. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!?"

"You were dead."

"NO, I WAS NOT!"

Hitoshi tilted his head in puzzlement. "But I checked your pulse and it wasn't working."

Tenya looked at where his hand was placed. "Shinsou, the pulse isn't in the ear."

"Oh." He took his hand off my ear.

"I can't believe you people are going to become pro heroes," I groaned.

"Brother. . ." a mysterious voice called from the shadows of the interior.

Shouto turned in the direction the sound came from. "Is that who I think it is. . .?"

This dude in a ripped trench coat came out of the shows. His hair was the color of a moonless night sky—and he had. . .Frankenstein-inspired skin grafts on his face and neck. He looked quite terrifying—but hot in a way.

Suddenly, he looked at me and said, "It is an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and accept you for what you are. I know in the depths of my shattered soul, that's you. However, I hear you only go for heroes. . .but what if I'm not the hero. . .what if I'm the bad guy?"

"Hey, isn't that the psychopath who set that one town on fire?" Denki interrupted.

I was completely bewildered. Who was this strange man with stitches!?

"Don't worry. Once I get my hands on some of that special Wrecking Balm Tattoo Remover at the Black Friday sale—I'll look hotter than the rest of these skeezes."

"Wh-Who are you?" I wondered, not at all scared by his skin disease.

"I am Dabi."

Shouto immediately got defensive. "Where were you!? You just ditched me and Mom when we needed you most!!"