The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 25 - Rhyki.

Rhyki let out a yawn as her and Izuku trekked over to Nezu's office. They'd stopped the group chat at 11.30pm last night after completing all of the work they'd missed. It had been a mixture of laughter, groans and silly comments, but they'd done it. The group had been amazed by how much she and Izuku knew. Once they'd gotten to the classroom, her dad had been waiting, minus his sleeping bag, and notified that they had to go to Nezu, so off they went. Izuku knocked on the door and Rhyki snapped to attention. They were here already? Fucking hell. She was too tired for this shit.

"Come in." They went in, shutting the door for privacy and Izuku also put up a soundproof barrier. No chances of anyone overhearing then. They collapsed into the chairs opposite their Uncle and pulled off their masks.
"You wanted to see us?" Izuku started the conversation off. Rhyki reached into her bag and got out two energy drinks, handing one to her brother. Nezu knew not to offer them tea, they rarely drank it, and it would just be a waste. Izuku nodded his thanks and she opened her can, chugging back at least half in one go. She'd be alright as the day went on though.

"I wanted to talk to you both about yesterday." Nezu stated, sitting back in his chair.
"Such as?" Rhyki enquired.
"What made you lose control like you did? You usually have much better control than that."
"I'm not entirely sure myself. I know that I was fucking pissed at what Uraraka was saying, because I've done fuck all to her. The only thing I can think of is that I got with Katsuki. He doesn't even like her in that way. Hell, he's barely even fucking spoken to her. Now she's taken to calling me a villain, amongst other shit. Pyro had enough and wanted to take matters into her own claws so to speak." She sighed and leaned back in her seat.

"So that's the reason you were letting smoke out in the corridor?"
"Yeah. Dad wanted me to go and calm down. Clearly it didn't work. I truly don't fucking get what her problem is. Hell, the entire fucking class, apart from Ragtags, hates us." She grumbled.
"Really?"
"Yeah. They've not given a single chance of getting to know us Uncle. It's like, straight away, they deemed us as the bad guys. I doubt she even remembers that we saved her from death of the zero pointer either." Izuku stated.

"What has Miss Uraraka said exactly?"
"I told you yesterday. But anyway, Aizawa had to leave for a few minutes and once he had gone, Uraraka started her crap. We were minding our own business. Once it started, Rhyki was about to get up, but I stopped her and told her to calm down, as Uraraka wanted a reaction out of her. It clearly didn't work as Uraraka said more crap. Anyway, Rhyki said and I quote - 'And here's the new flash for you, I'm not a fucking villain. Never have been, never will be. I really don't get what your fucking problem is with me. Like I said, I've done fuck all to you.' - And Uraraka replied to Rhyki with - 'Could have fooled me. You're nothing but fucking scum at the bottom of my shoe. No idea what they all see in wanting to hang around with you. You should just leave and not come back. You're nothing. You're not strong, intelligent or anything of the sort. You have a weak fucking quirk that is good for nothing.' I truly don't get what her problem is." Izuku calmly stated, but Rhyki could see the underlying anger, as his fists clenched. She reached over and grabbed his hand. She was so thankful for her brother's photographic memory at times like this, she really was.

"Ok, thank you. What are you wanting to happen about it?" Nezu's beady eyes turned to Rhyki.
"I want it to fucking stop. This is the best hero school in Japan, and she's acting like a fucking spoilt brat that's not getting her own way. Uraraka has to realise that not everything is going to go or be her way. It was Katsuki's choice in who he picked to go out with, and he was the one to ask me out! Not the other way around. If it doesn't stop, then something will be done about it, and it won't be pretty." Rhyki told him straight. No sense in lying about it. She downed the last of her drink and threw it into the bin with a precise shot.
"And what do you mean by that claim?"