The splitting Vigilante - Fraction - Your_Average_Roadrunner - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia (2024)

Chapter 1: Break Out

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In the early 23rd century the annual sports festival was coming to a close, with the third year's finale seeming to be quite a unique experience among the fights. However, it stopped before it could begin, as a monster of artificial design erupted from the stands, in their rampage the death toll numbered in the early four digits, admitted to 1,036 loss of human lives.

It was stopped by many heroes on the scene, as well as by the help of a mysterious assailant that many pro-heroes trusted. But that isn’t important, what is important is why it occurred. To answer that one would have to look back at the life of Kanashimi Tokage’s life.

Four years ago.

<--->

He moved onto the highway, increasing his speed while keeping his eyes on the road, all while having a lovely discussion about the future with his passenger. Kanashimi Tokage was a middle-aged man that stood at a menacingly 6'6, he had no hair of the sort and his skin had what seemed to be some scales that were a byproduct of his lizard-like quirk.

“I keep telling you Setsuna, you need to focus on your school at the moment!"

“And what do you know?” She snapped back, putting her feet up against the top of the glove box. “I knew you barely made it out of high school,”

“Because I needed to! I had three younger brothers to feed! You know this!” Kanashimi “And stop dirtying the airbags please,”

Setsuna Tokage was 10 years old and was already a promising individual in almost everything. Academics, Sports and what many believed to be a powerful quirk. Known as Lizard Tail Splitter, it allowed her at the moment to detach and reattach limbs, also allowing her to grow them back.

But right now, everything in her life sucked.

Her mother had recently left the picture, not due to her untimely demise but because she decided she had enough. Although not before draining most of the bank accounts and visiting a variety of body-altering quirks before fleeing the country.

Just like any other normal person instead of just separating and getting a divorce.

“Listen, Setsuna,” His dad sighed. “You know what it’s like for my quirk to do… Trying to find and job and it took me even longer for me to-”

“To get one that didn’t kick you out after a week, yeah I know Dad !” She spat out. “And I'm happy for some things that happened to you ages ago can still be met with the same bias now!”

“But that doesn’t mean you can just bludge everything and hang around with those new friends… You know I see every single withdrawal ever since your mother decided to do a spending spree… A... a spa-day? Really?”

“Well, Asui needed the cash! She-”

“You breach my trust! That’s the point!” He gave a quick glance. “You breach just about everything I know about you for what?” He looked at her. “Spite? Popularity!”

“Keep your eyes on the road!” She yelled at him. “No, it's not that it’s… I don’t know, it's just…” She couldn’t answer the question.

Kanashimi sighed. “When I was your age I know how it feels to… want to lash out, and I’m not saying don’t it’s just…” He reworded the next sentence in his head. “Just make sure you have your future in mind, alright?”

Setsuna looked out the window, pouting. “Fine… I’ll think about it,”

Kanashimi smiled. “That’s all I can ask,”

<--->

Meanwhile, On the other side of the road

<--->

The States of Matter is a villain quartet made out of four identical twins, all of which a similar quirks, able to create matter they touched. And in the fact that their truck was filled to the brim with specific yellow barrels three of them were shocked as they saw a hero.

The Road hero: Tarmachia, whose quirk was to control the Tarmach jumped over the barricade separating the two directions and raced after the States of Matter. Quickly talking on his intercom he sped up the pursuit by sliding on the road and propelling him forward and starting a high-speed chase on the highway.

Brother Plasma seeing this quickly took out a taser and stuck it on himself for a moment, right before his fist began to glow yellow. Tarmachia swerved through the small bolts of electricity as he got closer. To them, Plasma was about to hit Tarmachia but stopped due to his brother slapping the back of his head.

“Idiot!” Liquid yelled. “Be careful!”

“What do you think I’m doing?” The small beckoning between the two gave Tarmachia enough time to clap his hands and slam them on the table.

“SUPER MOVE!” All of a sudden the asphalt raised over the truck and slammed the brakes, holding all of the barrels down. “ASPHALT BINDING!”

The brother known as Solid had quickly slammed on the breaks, able to break out of the bindings and jump across the lanes.

<--->

As Setsuna was looking through the window, she looked up seeing a pickup truck barrelling towards them. Before she was able to do anything it slammed into the car causing the windows to break and the glass to work like Shrapnel, stabbing into her face.

The next thing that she heard was her father yelling her name.

“SETSUNA!”

Then all went black.

<--->

The force had caused the two vehicles to jump off the road and onto another lane down below. Tarmachia knowing the roads jumped down and immediately bound each of the villains before they could do anything else.

He saw all of the barrels scattered across the other car, while he heard banging. The car door quickly opened as a man with an obvious mutation quirk got out, dragging out another girl by the hair. Tarmachia saw the man try his best to drag the girl out before he grabbed both of them and then laid them out of harm's way.

But what was noticeable was how the girl was partially covered in the semi-florescent liquid that stuck to her.Tarmachia immediately called emergency services, only to see the man literally black out the shards of glass from his body.

“Sir! Please don’t pull the glass out of your skin, the EMTs are already on their way," He tried to explain calmly.

“Don’t worry about me! My daughter’s covered with that stuff she…,” Tarmachia looked down and saw how bad it was. Cuts and bruises riddled the girl, with the liquid seeping into her. He swore as he activated his quirk to try and wipe away the liquid all while placing a hand on his comm again.

“Tarmachia here again! A girl is in critical condition! She has come into contact with some… The GLowing liquid that the States of Matter had… I need an immediate evac now!” Tarmchia turned to the man and knelt down. “Don’t worry sir, she’ll be fine… I’ve labelled it as a top priority,”
The man finally began to peel off some skin, showing no injured underneath. “Thank you, sir, thank you so much!” he grabbed the hero and shook his hand while standing up.

“Just doing my job sir,” he smiled.

<--->

“Don’t worry sir, she should be waking up any minute now,” Setsuna was able to hear some sort of commotion just outside of her vision.

Her sense of feeling quickly returned as she stood up, feeling what seemed to be a hospital gown covering her instead of her clothes. As she slowly got up, Setsuna groaned and by that point, all of her vision came back to her.

"Setsuna!” her dad ran towards her. “You’re awake!”

“Dad?” She yawned. “What happened? The last thing I remember is the car ride and then…” Her eyes widened and she looked at him. “A car crash… Are you alright?”

“You’re very lucky Ms and Mr Tokage,” The nurse stated. “Your family's minor healing quirk seemed to accelerate your basic healing process… So you should be released by the afternoon… However Ms Tokage you will have to stay the night to see what the adverse effects of the liquid are,”

Kanashimi began to get up. “Well thank you, nurse… But money-wise I have-”

“Nothing you should worry about at the moment sir,” The nurse turned a page on her binder. “It seems that the Mustafu Road hero agency has decided to reimburse you fully due to the fact that it was Tarmachia’s quirk that caused you to be batted off the highway,”

“He was so sorry, I didn’t really know what to say,” he laughed. “In all honesty, I’ll see if I can send him a fruit basket after this,” He gave a small laugh at his own joke.

“Anyways,” The nurse explained. “For whatever reason, we cannot tell you of the mysterious fluid due to an… An unknown government facility,”

“Unknown government facility?” Setsuna asked. “So… I had some sort of sludge on me?"

The nurse nodded. “We’ll keep you for now, just to make sure that there are no side effects on your body,”

“So like… I just have to stay the night or?”

“I’ll leave it up for you two to decide,” The nurse bowed and exited the room.

Kanashimi watched the door close and sighed, turning towards his daughter. Setsuna had grabbed the remote from the side of her bed, allowing her to lie down in a more comfortable position. He looked down a little and just sat there for a moment, with Setsuna looking out the window.

“It’s not your fault,” Kanashimi looked up, seeing her daughter still looking out the window.

He just smiled. “Thanks for seeing it that way,”

<--->

Nageta Ishi, also known as the hero Tarmachia, was walking out of his office late at night. He was pissed, not extremely pissed, just pissed.

The damn commission gives him a direct order to stop the attack and then makes him write all of the paperwork down when it’s their damn fault that the villains got away with the damn thing in the first place! And now it was even worse due to the fact that he couldn’t reach Mustafu general for whatever reason and he’d have to try tomorrow to contact them about the girl

The Tokage’s seemed like a good bunch of people, just a dad and his daughter that due to his actions were injured. With one of them being splattered with that unknown liquid. He just scoffed and kept walking home as he always does, always preferring to drive home, as he most of the day he spent around them. Some normal exercise always did wonders for his aging body, and with not a single cloud in the sky, it was even better, to see the moonlight shine down on him.

But his late-night stroll back home was quickly interrupted by his work phone buzzing. Grumbling, Nageta picked it up and placed it to his ear.

“Pro hero Tarmachia speaking,” He tried his best not to sound angry.
“Tarmachia, I represent the hero commission and I hear to discuss regarding-”

“Oh, the commission!" It was clear that it was sarcasm. "Look I’ve already filled out the paperwork I’ve needed and I just want to go home… And you’re contacting me outside of my scheduled hours so… Yeah I’m calling your HR department in the morning,”

“You were ordered by the commission not to do any form of quarantine control… and yet civilian and villain eyewitness accounts that you broke that order and helped out two individuals,”

“Sorry sorry, but civilian safety y’know,”

“It was explained by the commission that the mission was prioritized, civilian safety was second-"

“No, I signed a waiver when I came into this job right out of UA! Civilian safety is always first! Check your own government rules before you decide to lecture me! Do you know where I work? I need to always be on edge otherwise that one chase ends up with dozens dead because of me! I don’t have the time to listen to damn orders that go against my bloody agreement!” Silence came over the phone. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, contact me during my working hours next time,” he ended the call with the hero commission and began to walk again.

It was silent for twenty minutes on his way home before it was broken by the scream of a woman from the alleyway. “Get off of me!” he heard a young girl scream. Nageta immediately looked down to the road as a ball of Asphalt floated and stuck to his hand before he ran into the alley, hearing the voices get louder and louder.

“Ma’am please calm down, I’m a pro hero…,” He took a deep breath. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I am,” his voice began to calm down, taking off her hood, revealing pink and indigo hair. “As of now,”

Blood splattered on the other side of the alleyway as Nageta’s head was now rolling away from his body. Kaina Tsutsumi just got up and rubbed the blood off her hand, sighing.

“Why do you self-righteous types never listen to the commission?” She sighed, right as she began to walk out of the alleyway, leaving a dead hero behind. His blood painted the side of a brick wall.

It marked how the commission's little experiments had been swept under the rug.

Well, almost all of it had been swept. But the commission's personal assassin did have some code of honour.

<--->

“But… we were covered!” Dad yelled at the nurse. “We were supposed to be covered by!-”

“I know what your coverage is sir but the hero you were saved by has been found deceased,”

“Deceased?” Dad scoffed. “So what? I have to pay what you're charging me? What about how the agency would cover it?"

"Well you see sir from what I know only the hero who saved you can help you financially compensate... If the hero ends up withdrawing the statement such as death then the rest of the payments must be dealt with by the original party,"

“It’s millions of yen! Does it look like I’m made of millions of yen!? because of heroes, I'm going to suffer because of this stupid poisoning!?” After the analysis came back, it turned out that the liquid contained a lot of radioactive material and due to the Tokage's regenerative capabilities the side effects not only revealed themselves much faster but was expected to be much more severe as well.

“Dad, I’m,” she choked. “I’m sorry… I… If I didn’t keep my leg up all of this wouldn’t have happened but-”

Setsuna was cut off by a hug from her dad placed right against her chest and stroking her hair. Both were holding each other tight, just enjoying what lasting company the two of them had at all.

“It’s not your fault Setsuna,” he stated, lightly kissing the top of her head. “It will never be your fault,” he looked out the window.

“Never,”

Chapter 2: Mad World

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“There is no way that…” Setsuna’s eyes widened. “Holy crap I did not expect that,” She said to herself.

Setsuna Tokage, now Fourteen years of age was sitting in her regular hospital bed. Yesterday the sports festival was on full display, but the unthinkable happened. An attack that rocked the entirety of Japan and beyond. It didn’t help that the man had a heteromorphic type quirk, which would make it worse on her dad. Setsuna just sighed, remembering just the other day when she saw her father sleeping right next to her in the middle of the night.

It was a pleasant memory, a memory that she hoped would continue soon when she saw him again.

But her thoughts were quickly cut out when she heard a familiar knock followed by a familiar set of clacking feet.

“Guess who it issss?” A dark green-haired woman walked in. “How’s my favourite niece?”

“Aunt Imori!” Setsuna yelled from her bed. The older woman took off her bag and embraced Setsuna in a deep hug before letting go. “Why are you here?”

Imori Dokosei, (better known as Aunt Imori by Setsuna) was the only living relative Setsuna had on her moms side. She would always show up once a month minimum and surprise her hospitalized niece. She would also appear every time where Setsuna was readmitted to the hospital for whatever surgery or checkup.

Ever since that accident, Setsuna was always sick, always ill, and always having some sort of expensive medication or surgery to keep her living and breathing. Both of which didn’t bode well for her father's wallet, meaning he had to work to the bone.

But that didn’t still stop Aunt Imori from loving her little niece as much as her own daughter.

She was the spitting image of an older Setsuna, and only by coincidence, the two of them looked so similar compared to photos of each other. If Imori, Setsuna and her mother were all the same age most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, a side effect of their quirks.

“Can I not see my niece whenever I want?” She scoffed, putting her hand on his chest. “My firm called me about some subsidies for the sports festival and well, here I am,”

“Oh… I see,” She looked down, reminiscing about yesterday.

The battle yesterday still left a sour taste in Setsuna’s mouth, especially regarding how people would react now to mutant quirks.

After the stream cut out, she just stood there for five minutes afterwards, ever wondering how they entered. And with All Might deciding to now teach next year at UA, she didn’t really care.

In fact, she didn’t really like heroes.

Everything that was bad in her life after that car crash could’ve been seen through by the heroes or the commission. Setsuna never questioned what was that orb all of these years, but whatever it was it certainly made it a pain in her ass.

“So… is someone in the hospital suing UA?” Imori blinked a few times before chuckling.

“Yes, that is first... And second of all I was just saying how the moving vans have put all of our stuff into our accommodation and I was here to tell you,"

“Accommodation?” She said, “Wait, you're moving here?”

Imori rubbed her nose with her finger. “Well, I needed some new scenery and well,” she stopped for a moment. “Your father, he… left this,” Out of Imori’s handbag came a letter, a letter that had a green outside and was plastered with old dinosaur stickers, something that her dad used to do if he couldn’t see Setsuna after a while.

“Aunt Imori? What happened,”

She sighed. “If anything ever happened to him, he told me I should always give you this letter, and well, he called yesterday, and he sounded very worried,”

“Worried?"
She nodded. “It was hard what he did and well,” Imori shrugged. “I’m sorry Setsuna,”

She turned back to the envelope, and then back at her aunt.
“Is it alright if I have some alone time?”

Imori just gave a light smile. “I’ll be right outside, you can call me in afterwards,”

“Thanks,” As Imori got to leave Setsuna decided to yell back. “Wait,”

“What is it?”

“What happens if…”

“He was always one step ahead of that, I'm your next guardian. Don’t worry I paid for a lawyer and everything to make it official, it’ll be the smoothest parental transition in the history of them,” Imori smiled before closing the door.

Setsuna took a deep sigh and looked at the letter. Being dark green in colour with multiple dinosaur stickers on it, she was reminded of them when her dad had to leave for days at the time.

Days at a time to get enough money to pay for her medical expenses.

She very carefully opened the envelope, making sure not to tear it before setting it down. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Setsuna prepared for the worst news possible.

Dear Setsuna,

If you are reading this, then I’ve probably gone missing or worse. You probably know this already, you’re smart enough after all.

Some of that money I had to borrow, and unfortunately it wasn’t from a bank.

I was desperate, I'm sorry, and I needed to work it back. They didn’t really care about the law and would probably come after you if I couldn’t pay them back. However, i f I did, I gave your aunt two of these letters, and if you're reading this, you don’t have to be worried about some shady person asking for a liver.

Setsuna snorted at that, as her quirk did allow her to heal organs and body parts.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m not there anymore. If I could redo everything again, even your mother, I would redo it all for you. I never blamed you for that crash, and I never blamed you for getting sick, or for me working to the bone.

It was all worth it for me, you did well in school when, and you still are I hope even after all of this. I wish I could’ve said goodbye to you in person, I really did, but you’re reading this and probably crying right now, probably knowing about my fate.

I love you, I always will, no matter what time, place, or even form, I will always love you.

Love Dad,

XOXO.

PS: give Imori a hug for me will ya?

Setsuna closed the letter and carefully put it down, sniffling. She pulled her legs closer together and began to cry.

“Love you to Dad,” She. “I’ll always love you too,”

<--->

Imori finished rereading her new contract and salary, it being a bit more of a pretty penny than her last firm. After closing her case she put them back in her handbag and sighed. Right then the door to Setsuna’s room slammed open and she looked up at her niece.

Setsuna’s eyes were red, her cheeks wet from crying. Seeing her niece like that Imori immediately stood up and looked at Setsuna. Seeing this her niece tackled Imori with a hug, a hug which she quickly returned as well.

Setsuna constricted tight around Imori as she did the same. Nuzzling into her aunt’s armpit she began to cry again, out of a mixture of emotions both good and bad.

“I’m sorry,” Setsuna said, muffled by her aunt's shirt

“Setsuna, there isn’t a thing that you should be sorry for,” She squeezed tighter. “You know I’ve always thought of you more as a niece, hell I thought of you as a mother more than anything,” She wrapped even harder.

“Thank you,” She cried. “Thank you,”

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Imori stroked Setsuna’s hair. “Everything will be alright now, just let it out now,”

And so Setsuna did, she let it all out, right then and there in the empty hospital hallway.

<---?>

Setsuna was finally walking around again as he aunt quickly went down to pick up some regular clothes for her. Still, in a hospital gown, Setsuna decided it would be the perfect time to splurge on the hospital food, also known as looking to the left and right before shoving her hand into the machine.

That is when she turned a corner, she heard two people talking in front of the vending machine. Both were boys, one had blonde hair with a lightning streak, and another looked like a violet insomniac.

“Care to shake it?” Violet asked.

“I mean sure but-”

“Oh? You’re trying to get some grub?” The two of them watched a Setsuna get closer and bent down. “What’s first?”

“Canned Espresso,” The insomniac admitted. “I need it,”

“Nice taste,” Setsuna shoved her hand up the machine and floated towards the can. Manually screwing the spring, they can quickly fell down. Setsuna retracted her hand with the coffee and threw it at the violet dude.

“Nice quirk,” He replied as he opened the can.

“Please, it's all neat until the regeneration part keeps growing back cancer,” She sarcassctically spoke.

“Oh… Un… my condolences,”

“Nah,” She replied. “None of that cause today is the lady day in here for good!”

“Sweet man!” The blonde sounded excited for her. “Hey, can you do that for the rest of our junk?”

Setsuna just smiled as she split off both of her hands. “One final hurrah am I right?”

<--->

“Do you have any last words?” Imori asked Setsuna as she opened the car door.

Setsuna just looked up at the towering building known as Mustafu General and shook her head. “All I want to do is not be in there for the next six months minimum,"

Imori nodded. “Yeah that sounds about right, come on. Let’s go see our new place,”

Setsuna just sighed, throwing her backpack into the passenger seat of the car and opening the door, getting inside and putting on her seatbelt. This was the start of her new life, and she was for sure not going to screw it up again.

Chapter 3: Decisions

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“You have something against the airbags?”

“...A little,” She admitted profusely.

“I get you. You know I actually didn’t wear my seatbelt and got flung out a window,” Imori nodded to herself. “It didn’t help that your quirk literally split out with any danger, which caused my friends to literally play a real-life puzzle piece as I screamed at them that it was my other hand... I mean seriously I remember playing legos with those girls how dumb do you have to be?"

Setstuna snorted, remembering what her aunt's quirk was. Perfect Dissection, allowed Imori to split into multiple pieces that were still able to function on their own. Because of this Imori’s pain receptors were mutated so that everything felt a little numb normally and totally numb when split, meaning that if anything happened to her bisected part she wouldn’t feel a thing.

Imori and Setsuna’s mother both have the same quirk, the former passed her quirk onto Setsuna, and with her dads quirk Snake Skin, it combined into Lizard Tail Splitter. What Setsuna didn’t tell anyone was that during her hospital stays, she could now use her quirk on her body parts and make them float telekinetically. She kept it a secret though, already having enough at the hospital when it happened and having a great idea as to why she had it.

That stupid villain group decided to break and cause that stupid sludge to go over her. It took less than a hour for it to cause most of her body to break down, it was because of it when- Setsuna stopped thinking about her quirk when she felt the car suddenly stop. A sudden panic overtook her until she heard the keys being taken out and the door opening normally.

“This isn’t then,” Setsuna reminded herself as he looked up and opened the car door. "This is now,"

She followed behind Imori until the end of the house, staring at it Setsuna nodded. It was a small bunch of places, neatly put together but it didn’t take that much room and Setsuna was fine with that. As Imori opened the door, she turned to Setsuna.

“Sorry lady but the big rooms are for me, I put you and your dad's stuff in your room,” Imori pointed. “It’s the second door to the right,” Imori replied. “I’ll… get the rest of my stuff,”

Setsuna just looked back at the empty household, taking some steps in. There were two rooms to the right, suspecting that they were the bedrooms. To her left there was an open hall which opened to what seemed to be the living room if Setsuna expected anything. A door that led further into the house was located there as well, opening up into a kitchen.

Retracing her steps, Setsuna opened both of the mystery rooms, walking into the smaller one which was her Bedroom. It was big for her, considering her most recent living conditions didn’t give her much privacy as well. Anything would’ve been better than her prior arrangements. Setsuna walked back out, back to the car, picked up the remaining boxes filled with stuff and walked in only to dump it on the living room floor.

After a pickup truck came and dropped off the furniture that Imori couldn’t fit into her car, the two began to unpack. Setsuna finally retreated to her room, which now was a little bit more cramped as some of the furniture was met for her. The bed she immediately shoved into the corner right behind the door.

She then decided on the places of the nightstand, a desk, and a bookshelf which was barely filled up. A cupboard which she shoved her minimal amount of clothes into and a beat-up laptop that she had gotten for her ninth birthday. But there was one last thing that she always loved to look at. Takingit out of the box Setsuna placed on the side of her desk a motorcycle helmet. But not just any, her dad's.

It was a hand-me-down, after the accident her dad sold the car and bought a motorbike, the person he bought it from gave him two good-quality helmets, and Setsuna's dad thought it would be nice for her to get something of her own.

“Just think of the future,” She remembered him saying. “That after all of this you can grab onto me and we can go anywhere,”

And now she would never get it. Setsuna just slightly smiled as she looked at her own reflection from the helmet.

“I miss you Dad… I’ll never forget you,”

<--->

A few minutes later Setsuna opened her door and immediately heard her Aunt yelling for some help. After saving the banged-up television, Setsuna turned to Imori. he wiped the sweat off her brow, looking towards her niece. Setsuna looked back at her, and Imori realized what had already occurred.

“Wait… you’re done already?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I didn’t really have a lot to move… Hell, most of it was just stuff you gave to me,”

She snorted. “Then how about you help me finish and we get you some new clothes?”

<--->

“Online school?” Imori looked at her niece.

“I was always a grade-A student even with my time in bed, so you wouldn’t have to worry about bad grades… You could even check online as well… It also gives me more time to… you know, enjoy freedom?”

“Fair enough,” Imori sighed. “I wouldn’t know what I would do if a third of my teenage years had a lingering health issue,”

“Hopefully we don’t have to worry anymore, cause we’re both free,”

“Yeah… yeah we are,” Imori lightly tapped Setsuna’s back as she did that, right before an annoying buzzing filled Imori’s pocket, causing an exhausted sigh. “Setsuna I am sorry but I need to take this, it is my boss,” Imori quickly walked away while pulling out her phone to talk, leaving Setsuna alone in the middle of a mall, with all of her stuff.

Setsuna sighed, knowing that these calls would always come over her, but with Imori’s job and taking care of Setsuna, she wouldn’t trade it for the world. Setsuna decided to keep walking around, finding out what else she wanted to shop for. Although her clothesline was apparent, she still wanted some thicker clothes due to her quirk. As although she was still warm-blooded, Setsuna was easily a degree or two below the average person and easily lost that heat as well.

But as she was thinking of what to buy next as she walked by a television store all playing the same news report.

“ New video footage has just been released of the villain attack of UA sports festival yesterday, now revealing what heroes had taken him down,”

Setsuna’s ears twitched hearing this. She stopped and shifted her gaze to see the screen now. As of the moment the female news reporter was staring at the video panning around UA, showing the entire right in all of its glory.

“From the hero's eyewitness accounts the villain stood at around eleven feet… And with eyewitness reports and the UA records that showed the mortality list, there is no one that has matched the description of the villain,”

Setsuna scoffed, wondering when the damn conference would play, stating that it was a team effort because someone decided to attack an event filled to the rim with heroes.

“But the number of heroes, as well as the effort it took down, was worrying. Team Tri-three, currently number sixty-nine to seventy-one on the hero list, has multiple heroes from UA as well, which include Midnight, Cementoss, Vlad King and Eraserhead. It also took a mysterious analyst called Supercomputer who had previously analysed the second-year students quirks and as well as the villain with a plan to apprehend the villain, which did succeeded,"

Setsuna watched the TV be filled with a pink mist from midnight before cutting out, now showing a closer look at the villain's body, fighting to stay conscious. A large villain had a clear mutant-type quirk, whose scales covered the body head to toe, and it reminded her way too much of Kanashimi Tokage. She shook her head at the thought, there was no way that this villain was her dad.

Right?

The villain moved back with his right leg, and that’s when Setsuna saw a very large scar over his right knee. An injury that his dad had gotten four years ago from the car accident. Snake Skin was only able to heal skin damage comply, anything more and it would scar, and that being the only scar on her dad's body. But there could be plenty of reasons why another mutant could have that injury, right? The nail in the coffin was the next part of the report.

Snake Skin allowed the user to peel off any skin injuries, and as Ahsha’s quirk, Rose Vines pierced the skin, turning it white, causing it to flake off… Just like her dad's quirk.

“...No…” Setsuna softly whispered to herself. “...Please…no…” She backed away and hit a wooden bench, sitting down. “Don’t say it,”

“ There has been no official report from the hero commission, all heroes have admitted and reports by both UA and the Hero Commission have announced,”

Don’t say it

“That the villain is deceased and autopsy reports are currently being undergone,”

The final words made Setsuna’s skin crawl, but what made it worse was the letter she was given.

‘ and if you're reading this, you don’t have to be worried about some shady person asking for a liver.’

“So you gave your life to me huh? Just how much money did you owe Dad?” Setsuna whispered as she looked away from the television, looking down. Her heartbeat was so loud that it drowned out the audio from the television.

Why didn’t they just use Midnight? She just walks up and uses her quirk, right? No, there have been too many cases of looks making people think of a different gender. But why didn’t they just wait it out? Why didn’t they just wait it out or something? There were rumours of Trigger online, as people saw the black tongue from the villain factory those years back and connected the dots in a matter of hours. And Setsuna knew a bit about that Trigger and how they only lasted for a bit. So why didn’t they just decide to wait it out? UA had already evacuated everyone off of the premise?

Stupid Tarmachia, stupid hospital, stupid commission, stupid heroes. She was done.

After years of hoping that it was just an honest mistake, after years of trying her best to get better as fast as possible, after years of wishing for all of it to be over, every little bit of hope for heroes was erased in an instant.
Heroes were incompetent, they were all incompetent. They all just left her out, not helping out when causing more harm than good. They could’ve just waited it out, and apprehended her dad then and there, but instead decided to attack him and make his final moments filled with pain and sorrow.

It was then that Setsuna realized something as well. If you wanted something done right you would have to do it yourself. Heroes couldn’t help Setsuna, but she could help herself instead. Setsuan flinched as she looked behind to see Imori off of her phone looking at her.

“Have you been… crying?” A worried Imori announced.

“Yeah sorry, it was a very sad ad,” Setsuna wiped the tears off her face, looking up at her aunt. “Can’t believe I cried over an ad about vacuum cleaners,” She laughed. “Stupid me,”

“Well you’re not stupid, you're even smarter than me and I’m a lawyer… Say don’t we still keep shopping, we still need to get you some better clothes for the winter,"

“Yeah… I just had a thought about where to go,” Setsuna pointed to a shop that seemed to be made out primarily black. “If I already have a helmet, should I just go and complete the entire look?”

Chapter 4: First Night out

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The timer awoke Setsuna from her two hours of sleep, she slumped upwards and looked away. It was time.

<--->

Since Setsuna got her new clothes, she immediately began to implement a new routine which she followed to the letter.

Go to bed at eight at night, wake up at eleven, work out for seven hours, hide training equipment and go to sleep for two hours, wake up for breakfast so her aunt doesn’t suspect anything, wait for her to leave and fall asleep for three hours, do online school work, and the rest of the day was free time after that.

She decided it to be best to just do a little bit of working out beforehand instead, of getting her body used to vigorous activities at night. It also helped that Lizard Tail Splitter also held a mild regenerative factor.

Even then her body still wasn’t ready for it. But there was still a massive change for her now, and with the number of changes in her life, it just blurred together. But it didn't matter, with all of them it was all for the best.

<--->

Clad in black with a motorcycle helmet Setsuna thought she was ready. After taking a train to the next stop from her house, she got up on top of a building and opened her visor.

Very slowly, an eye floated out of there and out, flying around the new neighbourhood she was in. In the meanwhile Setsuna began to slowly stretch, getting used to her first vigilante outfit.

Consisting of her dad's motorcycle helmet, she wore a black studded leather jacket, just like a traditional biker, as well as some sports shorts, and black runners. That was the first bit, but she could add to it later, perhaps some more protective wear as well.

But that didn’t last long as her eye came flying back as she began to run towards the next building over. Taking a deep breath Setsuna jumped over the road, quickly splitting away to force her hand towards the ledge before reassembling from her hand.

She took a few deep breaths, realizing she just decided to jump off an entire story, not even knowing she could do that.

“So I can basically fall with style if I split my body,” Setsuna commented as she began to jump over the rooftops. "Cool... that's cool,"

After calming down, Setsuna did the same thing again, sending out another eye that floated around, trying to sniff out any minor crimes that heroes wouldn’t be interested in. After another two repeats of running to a different block and eye, she finally found one.

I was a simple purse-snatcher, wrestling for a bright pink handbag from a blonde woman, who was being quite vocal.

A little anticlimactic for her tastes but it would do for her first vigilante case. Setsuna peered over the building, seeing that the robbery was right next to a trash bin.

Taking a few deep breaths, Setsuna hyped herself up as she split into multiple pieces. Her arms and legs detached from her body, as she fell down towards the Burglar.

Her legs made contact with the burglar's jaw first, knocking him off balance, and giving Setsuna enough time to reform. Setsuna curled up her fist and punched the man in the nose, causing him to knock back and hit his head on the bin, knocking him out.

After taking a few deep breaths, Setsuna stood up and walked over, just making sure she didn’t kill the man. After examining the man she got back up and turned her attention towards the victim. Taking a step forward, the woman took a step back, making Setsuna stop and just take two steps back instead.

“Are you alright?” Setsuna did her best not to sound aggressive to the woman. “Are you hurt?”

The woman began to calm down and reply, seeing Setsuna wasn’t a threat anymore. “Thank you, I’m fine, thanks,”

“No problem, just… call the police, and I’ll see myself out,"

“Wait? You’re a vigilante?” The woman asked.

“First night out,” Setsuna smiled underneath the mask. “But I’d preferred if you kept my description a secret… Don't want to be figured out too soon y'know. Now if you excuse me, I will be making my great escape,”

“Hey wait-!” Setsuna’s arms and chest began to split and float upwards, back onto the roofs where she disappeared from sigh. The woman looked at it and thought to herself. “Flight?”

<--->

“Money in the bag!” The robber nudged some sparks at the cashier. “NOW!!”

“Y-yes sorry,” The tired store clerk spoke, quickly placing the money in the cashier into the small bag. He didn’t notice the man grab a bit of gum, not like it really mattered now.

“Tch… Damnit!” The robber looked at his watch beforehand and back at the door. “You reckon I won’t use mu quirk!” He grabbed onto a foot heater and caused it to crush it. “HURRY UP!”.

The cashier began to panic as he looked down at the register. He was already put on the night shift but was now being robbed. But those thoughts stopped as he noticed a disembodied eye staring right at him.

“Heh?”

“What do you mean ‘heh’, money, bag! NOW!” The marbles in the villain's hand flew into each other sparked again. But right behind said villain, a massive metal grate taken from the ventilation system was floating the air.

The metal grate made an impact with eh robber’s head, knocking him out in an instant. After hearing the satisfying thud between the two objects, the cashier nudged his head over, just seeing the grate slam down onto his head again.

The cashier turned to the head seeing that the eye was gone, leaving him alone. After realizing he was able to move the man grabbed the phone and dialed the police.

‘Mustafu general police department how may we help you?’

The cashier gulped. “Um, a robber’s been taken down and I need him to be arrested? I’m at-,” he began to list his location, seeing the store's doughnut rack as missing, but didn’t decide to report the theft.

After all, some vigilantes gotta eat as well.

<--->

After three hours Setsuna had defeated two petty crimes. Not bad for her first night out. S he kept an eye on the crimes using one of her eyes as she got away, and both times it took more than three minutes for the police to get there.

"Pathetic.” She said out loud, taking a bit out of her doughnut

It wasn’t hero work per se, or not at the level she dreamed of, but it was enough to satisfy Setsuna for now. Looking at the onigiri wrapper Setsuna felt a little bad for stealing, deciding next time she makes food for herself she should try, after all, she was now a criminal.

All she needed to do now was not to get caught by any heroes, should be easy enough with her quirk.

Picking out her phone, Setsuna decided to cut her vigilante hours short and go to bed a few hours early. After getting up she began to jump over rooftops again and into the night, this time not falling off of the buildings.

<--->

From a water tower, one underground hero was using his capture weapon to keep upright, seeing yet another vigilante run off in the night.

“Damnit,”

<--->

“I assure you Giran, the heroes or police don’t have any sort of knowledge on that hideout!” He grunted. “Yes, I'm sure!” A sigh. “Have I ever been wrong before? Goodnight to you too,”

Araki Medatsu slammed his reinforced phone back down and sat down on his swivel chair again swinging around and around, getting ever so faster.

Known as the vigilante Middle Man, he was known for his information business, which both heroes and villains both used excessively. The only reason he was able to make this a business was by abusing his father's connections to the underworld as the B-rank villain Mastermind, an informant just like him.

He was only able to use the connections as his dead made sure that nothing could trace back to him and his retirement. That was fair enough, and now he was one of the biggest information informants of Honshu. Surprisingly, it had been working very well for him in the past few years he’s been doing the work.

After sighing and turning off his setup, Araki got up and stretched before heading to bed. But a creak at the door stopped all that.

“Who’s that?” Araki spun around and screamed. “I know you're there! I can see you with my quirk! Do you know who I am?” His eyes slowly glowed green.

“Of course, I know who you are,” A voice spoke back, the place it came from began to glow a bright yellow. “And that's the reason why I must have you,”

A pulse of yellow light and a scream were followed by nothing else except for an evil laugh.

Chapter 5: Replan

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Setsuna’s arm extended from her bed, slamming down on her red alarm clock. She just groaned as she looked back up out of her covers and checked if she had the right time. Eight o’clock. She sighed and tensed her entire body, quickly waking her entire body up, ready to make breakfast. But as she began to get ready to make said breakfast, the memories of last night flooded back in.

Setsuna then remembered the two times last night when she saved two people.

She had saved two people.

She had saved two people.

Taking a deep breath, Setsuna splashed some water on her face before turning her attention to her draw. Setsuna eyes lingered on her biker jacket before turning back around and picking out a t-shirt and some shorts.

Stretching a little bit more, Setsuna walked to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. Some simple Omurice for her aunt Imori would do for a Thursday morning.

As she began to scramble the eggs, Setsuna’s mind went back to vigilantism… And what to do to improve.

The first thing first is some form of communication. Yes, she didn’t want to work with the police or heroes but their system was good enough to put villains in jail. Besides, a lot of places had cheap burner phones, she just needed to find a place.

But all of her money was on a card, thanks to her aunt, so Setsuna would need to find a way to get her hands-on some hard cash. Maybe some villain wouldn’t notice a few thousand yen missing after they’ve been arrested.

The next problem was that Setsuna needed to flee every time, as she couldn’t allow anyone to get a good look at her, meaning she couldn’t watch the criminal and they might escape. Her thought led her directly to zip-ties.

But before Setsuna began to delve even deeper into thought, it was rudely interrupted by her aunt slamming open the door with nothing but a night dress.

“I don’t know how you get up so early,” She yawned.

“It’s a quarter past eight!”

“My thoughts exactly!” Imori took a whiff. “Whatcha cookin'?”

“Some Omurice, how about your clean up a little and come back,”

Imori blinked a few times and rubbed her head, feeling the state of her long locks. “Yeah fair enough,” And just as fast as she appeared Imori disappeared from view.

It didn’t take long for Setsuna to finish preparing the two servings of eggs before sitting down and eating her own share.

Three minutes later Imori appeared again with a clean look on her face, with clear skin and well-kept hair. Setsuna just sighed as she looked at her aunt shovelling the entire Omurice in around ten mouthfuls before apologising and rushing out the door.

“ThanksSetsunasorryIhavetorunIhaveaclienttoday! Love you bye!” A sudden slam meant that Setsuna was now all alone for the rest of the day.

After cleaning the dishes Setsuna walked back and slept for around three hours, waking up and twelve. She then logged onto her laptop and from there into her online classes for the day. Consisting of some pre-recorded videos, Setsuna decided to get a glass of water and focus on it.

It was a little boring, doing five hours of lectures a day, but Setsuna still needed to work. She promised herself that she would decide to stop doing vigilante work if she go into UA, afterwards, she could do what she but legally.

But if she didn’t get in for whatever reason, her dad's helmet would quickly be put back on again.

Looking at the talking pace as well as the total time needed Setsuna began to fiddle with the settings of the video. “Little slow, do they have a speed-up option?” Clicking on the gear she smiled. “Yes they do,” a grin came over her face as she slammed her finger, making the video play 50% faster.

That increased speed which she could still follow would shave off another two hours in her day, which gave her more time to do more things, such as being a normal teenager for once. And that was something that Setsuna really craved right now.

After finishing creating the notes for Japanese, Setsuna got up and began to stretch, before walking out and grabbing the spare pair of keys. Quickly putting up her runner, Setsuna grabbed her phone and a small allowance on a card.

She had something to buy.

<--->

The sliding doors quickly opened as Setsuna approached with a bag full of zip-ties. It was quite an expensive packet as well, but it would be for good use.

After the ride to the store via bus and her actual spending, Setsuna looked at her balance and saw that she only had around 500 yen left. She couldn’t do much with five dollars, but her forgetfulness made her forget that she didn’t really have any sort of liquid today, making her mouth parch.

But with 500 yen left, she had enough to buy some sort of cold drink from a vending machine. Setsuna looked around the differing vending machines, so much so that she actually had to retreat behind the store in order to find one right behind it which had what she wanted.

Deciding on some sort of aloe vera juice, Setsuna inserted the correct number and card and out popped a nice cold lychee drink. She knelt down ready to take it out, if it wasn’t for a sudden object placed around her mouth.

Setsuna incitive split her head off of her body, controlling the rest of her body she stomped on the man’s food which made him falter before she slammed the back of her head into the mouth. After hearing a satisfying crack from the man, she reconnected and turned around, seeing them.

It was clear that he hadn’t slept in days and from the appearance of the man he barely slept. He had oily pale white hair and seemed to be the epitome of homelessness from her.

Setsuna brought her hands up, trying to remember any sort of self-defence she may have seen in movies and whatnot. But before she could declare self-defence. After hearing a satisfying crack she backed away, but it was just the right time for a local hero to walk by and decide to yell at the two of them.

“Halt villain! You dare try to attack this young girl?”

‘Halt I’m full of sh*t’ Setsuna thought as she only tightened her fists.

A rabid growl came from the man as he lunged forward towards the hero. The hero decided to quickly spin his left leg quickly and touched the villain, causing the villain to quickly turn on his back in midair.

And with a few more tricks of his hand, the hero tapped the man which caused both of his hands to quickly set on his waist as he quickly arrested the man. Setsuna finally calmed down and looked at the man, who just finished pressing his comm and walked towards her.

“I’m so sorry Miss, I would have been here sooner. But are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Setsuna scoffed back as she opened her drink.

“I see, so sorry about this, we heard of a trigger add ict escaping during the early morning hours. We just didn’t suspect him to be active into the afternoon,”

“Trigger? The illegal quirk-boosting drug?” Setsuna knew she said too much, but the hero had done the exact same thing.

“Oh yes, it seems that the variants are getting stronger as well, but what can you do?”

Setsuna peered over the hero and was able to see the arrested man screaming as if he was in a rage. Just like her dad. Turning to the hero again Setsuna put in her response.

“We can always try our best to stop it right?” She said with half a grin on her face.

<--->

Rumi was pissed.

Looking at her heronet app, there was a stupid notification from the commission that was plastered of her home screen. There was no button to back away and she couldn’t even turn it off. As much as she hated the commission it seemed pretty bloody important if they decided to shove it in her face.

Rumi just read the damn thing as fast as she could, every line made her expression ever closer to outrage. By the end of the paper, Rumi just screamed and threw the phone against the wall.

‘Miruko,

Due to increasing trigger rates relating to physical augmentations in Mustafu. The hero commission has decided to change your normal patrol times to late-night hours to increase the level of hero activity in the area.

You will be compensated for the time until the problem is dealt with.

Sincerely, the hero commission.’

Rumi was beyond pissed, she was always a damned spotlight hero and now she’s just been forced to do underground work. Most likely this was a way to mellow her out, considering her innate ability to work with people and follow the commission’s orders to a T.

So the next best option was to force her to comply, with an official order from the president. And with the reduction of popularity from being a night-time hero, her hero ranking would fall, which would mean less money in her bank account in just a few weeks.

Taking a few more deep breaths Rumi finally calmed down and picked up her phone, finally accessing the app and turning it off. Walking over she drank the rest of her protein shake and filling with water before slamming her back onto the couch.

After groaning for a little bit Rumi finally looked back at the ceiling and began to yell.

“Well it seems that I can just hope for a good time… CAUSE I AIN'T BACKING DOWN!”

<--->

He could feel the impulses across his entire body, a rare feeling for him but common enough that it wasn’t a unique feeling. Very slowly, the man sent small impulses towards differing limbs again, regaining control.

Blinking a few times the fine motor movement of his hands finally came into effect and the man could finally get up. Taking a small whiff the man looked down at his prior body, already telling that it could have been at least a few days for it to take effect.

The man finally used his quirk, every nerve in his body surged with power a little. The man moved to the still online computer, about to touch it but decided not to, deciding that he could try something else with his host.

Two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, new neural connections quickly screened in his brain.

He just had to look at the laptop and quickly accessed police records regarding specific conversations about a major Trigger Bust. And with a snap of his fingers, the file changes from 228 to 282, rendering it useless.

Seeing this power, the man smiled as he began to open folders, files and everything else. He could see everything again, and he just laughed.

Chapter 6: First Encounter

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Setsuna woke up all on her own without the need for an alarm clock. After yawning Setsuna quickly did a few stretches before she sprung to life and begin to change into her vigilante costume.

It had been an entire week since Setsuna had started this entire vigilante business and she believed that it was all going quite well. As Setsuna finished changing, her door opened letting in an eye and hand grasping a cold salmon onigiri which she quickly ate on her bed.

Right afterwards Setsuna put on her sneakers and opened the door next to her room. Quickly opening and closing it, she made her way onto the neighbours' roof and began to ring.

From there she would run for about five minutes and wait for a bus or train to arrive, whatever came first. Afterwards, she would go a few stops away before jumping off and starting her patrol. Normally she would have just taken a ride across, but since her debut, Setsuna decided that her more recent sightings may make it a problem. In fact, she was surprised by the amount of heroes she had seen.

In the two dozen encounters Setsuna has had with petty criminals over the past week, she hadn’t had any sort of chases coming from any sort of police or heroes. Setsuna has seen them after she ran away, but they only just gave her a side glance before calling the police.

Making her way to a high point Setsuna looked over the Naboru precinct of Mustafu. It was filled with crime that needed to be tarnished. She wasn’t sure why there was but Setsuna seemed to be the only vigilante around. She wasn’t sure why but she didn’t want to find out.

Jumping down, Setsuna started her four-hour patrol.

<--->

“Help!” A woman quickly readjusted running into a trash can, trying to escape multiple pursuers.

It was supposed to be a simple girls' night for most of it, have a few drinks and be done by one in the morning. But NO! They decided to go to do something else instead! And when she tried to stop the advances of the drunk asshole! It turned out that he was part of a gang that didn’t say kindly.

And it didn’t help that she instinctively used pepper spray on the member and now she was running for her life!

Turning in another back alley the woman noticed that she had hit a dead end and that footsteps were getting closer and closer. Backing away to the wall, the woman armed with pepper spray was ready to make a final stand for her life, even if her entire body was shaking.

She was ready. She was ready to fight for her life, if it was not for a hand to tap her on the shoulder, causing her to flinch and look over.

A floating helmet was looking at her at eye level.

“You want some help?”

“What?”

“Well you’re being cornered, so I think you’d like some help, would you?”

“I er, yes please?” The woman screamed a little as she began to be lifted up by an unsociable force.

The next thing she knew the woman was quickly settled down on top of the roof, seeing the mysterious person literally piece themselves back together. As both hands reattached themselves to the boy before it grabbed its head and put them back on.

They had a helmet as they walked towards the woman.

“Are you alright?”

“I am now, yeah thanks,”

“Good,” Silence. “So what’d you do?”

“Well… They’re a gang,”

“Organized crime?”

“Yeah, I think so,”

“So it would be best to beat them up… Otherwise they’ll still try and hunt you down... wouldn't they?"


“I… didn’t really think about that,”

“Well,” The vigilante cracked their knuckles. “That's why I’m here,”

<--->

“Damn it where did she go-” Before the grunt could finish a foot met the back of his head, colliding the front of it into the ground.

The other four members of the Dragoons heard the cut-off of their buddy and all turned around. There they saw a person clad in biker gear with their hand on their friend's unconscious body. They saw the person crack their members and begin to talk.

“Ah, gang members! Finally a challenge!” The feminine voice paid the Dragoons no mind as all of their quirks began to activate, fire surrounding each of them in different ways.

But before they could fight the furthest goons fire was suddenly snuffed out, but before he could announce it a massive scarf wrapped around him and flung him to the side, knocking him out.
Only one of the gang members decided to try and attack Fraction, while the other two paid mind to the sudden slamming noise behind them.

Dodging the original fireball, Setsuna disconnected her right fist right in the goon's face, using her quirk to force it even deeper into the guy's face. As the guy finally stopped, he was tripped as Setsuna’s leg was already detached.

Backhanding the man's head, Setsuna quickly wrapped his arms around and forced them into the zip ties she carried around. Normally Setsuna would ask the victim to call the police as she still didn't have a burner phone yet, but something was different.

Out of the corner of her eye that’s where Setsuna saw him. A man clad in black all except for a white scarf that was wrapped around three of the goons, as well as some yellow goggles. His black hair stood on edge as two red lights from his goggles stared at her.

The two of them stood there for a moment and looked at each other, with Setsuna soon realizing who this was. This was a hero.

“sh*t…”

“Yep,” The man just said as his scarf began to wrap together.

“Let me guess I can go in willingly or not?” The man nodded, and Setsuna sighed. “Fair enough,” She put her hands on her head and sat down, ready for what happened next.

<--->

“I pictured this differently in my head y’know,”

“How exactly?”

“Well it was more off… in a confinement room,” She replied as she was handing upside down in the middle of a water tower. “With my helmet off?”

“That’s what a normal hero would do, but I’m not a normal hero,”

“Underground?”

“That and a teacher at UA,” Setsuna flinched at the word. “Hmmm, bad past with the school?”

“I’m not saying,”

“How old are you?”

“Not telling you that either,” She replied.

“Based on your voice you’re only a middle schooler,” Setsuna flinched. “Ah, so I was right. Now that just brings another question. Why on earth is a middle schooler running throughout the night as a vigilante trying to face multiple gang members at once?”

“Well, I heard the woman and I decided to try and save her. And then afterwards I realized I needed to take down the member otherwise the rest of the gang would be after her as well,”

“Forward-thinking, I like it but that is not what I’m after,” The hero's eyes turned red, causing Setsuna to feel stiff. “What I mean is that what is your motive for this?” He got a little closer. “I’ve only seen maybe two high school vigilantes and that was because they wanted to be heroes and were just unlucky. Maybe it was because they weren’t flashy or didn’t do anything against giant robots,”

“Seems like a case of bad luck,” She snarked back.

The hero didn’t mind as he pointed at Setsuna. “But you… your quirk is very versatile and I’m surprised you haven’t gotten a hero to recommend you yet... Or that's what I'm assuming,”

“Well, I couldn’t really get out a lot- Wait sh*t!” Setsuna realized that she gave away some important information, and because of that, she groaned.

“I saw you only a week ago, right after the sports festival… This means that a motive is there… And I know from that this is only a temporary thing, as I have seen cases like you before,” The hero sighed. “I could just do the logical thing but you seem reasonable enough so I will let you go on a proposition. You seem like someone who listens to reason,”

“And if I don’t listen?” The sarcasm was not met well with the mystery man. “Ok,”

“If you're still doing this by next year I will arrest you. Got that?”

“...”

He sighed. “C'mon kid, I'm asking you a question. You’re young and whatever has got you doing this won’t just stop… The least I can do is get an end date…” Still silence. “If that’s the case I’ll take that as a no,”

“Fine,” Setsuna snapped. “I’ll stop this by next year,” Hearing this the scarves surrounding her entire body quickly loosed and she fell to the ground with a thud. “Ow,”

“Before you decide to take my goodwill at face value, let me remind you,” The stiff feeling plagued Setsuna yet again. “I already know your quirk, gender and age because I’ve been calling you a middle school student for this. Most likely i could find you in a matter of hours, but I’ve put my trust in vigilantes before and they’ve done what they want to do. They become villains,”

Setsuna remained silent. “Too much power in this morally grey zone, especially for those without a hero license, don’t make the same mistake as them,” The red glare suddenly stopped, making Setsuna finally able to use her quirk.

“I get where you’re coming from,” Setsuna replied as she stood up. “And… and I can see why,” She sighed. “If I can’t reach it I’ll stop and become a hero in training,”

“That’s better,” The man nodded as he took off his goggles. “The Hero names Eraserhead, and if you might’ve noticed I patrol this area. Unfortunately, I do need to make a report about this… Now do you have some sort of snarky name you would like to be called?”

“I um… I don’t really know what I want my name to be,” She admitted.

He huffed as he quickly wrote down some words. “The Helmet it is,”

“What!? HEY, that’s so lame!”

“You didn’t have a name for yourself and I made it. I’ll ask the precincts to not make it permanent, until you do you’re known as The Helmet from now on,” Eraserhead walked up to the edge of the building, peering back at Setsuna for a moment. “See you later kid,”

“What? Hey!” Setsuna ran up and peered over the side, seeing that she had already missed him. “Damn it!”

<--->

Hitoshi was very quietly getting a pre-packaged rice ball from the kitchen. As he closed the door he saw a shadowy figure overlooking his meal. He jumped back and accidentally knocked himself onto the stove.

“Ow! sh*t!”

“Could you be quiet? Hizashi’s still sleeping,”

“Sorry," Hitoshi replied as rubbed his head. "Now why’d you sneak up on me?”

“You’ve been slacking off on your training,” Shouta admitted.

"I just finished your homework actually,” He replied as he bit the rice ball. “I didn’t have time to consolidate it yet,”

“Do what you want to do, I’m going to bed,” Shouta began to walk away, but before he could go cuddle with his husband, Hitoshi spoke again.

“Did you find another one?”

Shouta didn’t even look behind him, just smirked. “Yes, I have,”

Chapter 7: Shoot your shot

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“Why did you call me here Naomasa?”

“Just wait for it,” The detective explained as he opened the door.

The Red String agency was an agency completely made up of underground heroes and was the main underground hero agency across Japan, spanning multiple facilities across the country. They worked very closely with police, and with a majority of the heroes that patrolled Tokyo were present.

Naomasa sighed as he pulled out a folder. “Alright, I know how you feel about meetings so I’ll keep this short,” Naomasa sighed. “Recently the hero commission has… forced the police force to begrudgingly agree to the transference of a specific heroes schedule to night in order to cull the recent increase of Trigger in the area due to the sports festival attack,”

“Get on with it!” Mr Brave yelled. “I need to get out and do my patrol!"

“Yes yes, that is why we’re-” Before Naomasa could finish the door slammed open, and a muscular heroine with tan skin and white hair came in.

“Sorry I’m late hope I didn’t miss the meeting!” Miruko shot her head up, a smile plastered her face. “What’d I miss?”
It was at that point, that heroes all across the table were yelling at Naomasa.

“Are you serious!?”

“She is to loud! She’ll draw to much attention!”

Naomaa could already feel a headache coming from the yelling, but before he could say anything the air suddenly changed around as Shouta’s quirk activated.

“Look… From what we know our quirks are weak, and with this increase of physically strong quirks, we will need people like Miruko to help us,” Shouta finally looked at the rest of the room. “Now we can either shut up and bear with it, or the commission sends down someone like Shishido… Is… that… Clear?”

Eraserhead was a well respected man all across the underground hero agency. With his quirk and his ability as a teacher, his connections were vast and his power even vaster. Even being one of the younger heroes, his skills and quirks were among the same levels of professional heroes that have been there since All Might.

Naomasa coughed. “Anywyas, Miruko will now take apart in patrols, the police will make sure she has a reletivly low profile. Any questions?” No one spoke. “Then we’re dismissed,”

Very quickly the conference room was emptied out in an instant. But before Shotua could leave himself a hand grapsed his shoulder and tensed a little. He looked behind and saw the current number eigh thero Miruko look at him.

“Hey, man, pretty ballsy at what you said… Just want to say thanks and I hope we get along later,”
Shouta just sighed as he turned around. “Aizawa Shouta, hero name Eraserhead, at your service,”

“Oh? A formal greeting… very well,” The hero hit her chest. “The names Rumi Usagiyama but you can call e Miruko! A pleasure to meet you Eraserhead!”

“If that's the case then I hope we get along,”

Miruko just smiled. “Ditto,”

<--->

The red alarm clocked buzzed in her ears like a churchbell. Setsuna quickly stretched as she used her quirk to slam down on the clock, before making her way to her newly installed fan, turning it off and allowing Setsuna to finally hear the birds chirping outside of her window.

It didn’t take long for Setsuna to start her routine

Shower, Dress, Breakfast, Aunt… Or that was how it was supposed to go. Turns out Imori had every second Saturday and Sunday off, which was not a godsend for Setsuna as she couldn’t sleep in anymore, meaning she had to sleep even earlier in the night.

But Setsuna didn’t mind as much, as she loved her aunt so much that it balanced out the negatives of being sleep deprived during her vigilante hours.

Setsuna thought about this as she began to complete the traditional breakfast. Finishing the salmon she laid it out with some rice and miso soup. Imori (who was a little hungover) looked at it and began to blow on the homemade meal.

After taking a tiny sip of the soup, Imori just side. “You ever thought about culinary school?”

Setsuna just snorted. “I’ve heard the stories about Kyuuku’s becoming chefs for sh*ts and giggles,”

“You my niece are very mature for your age,” Setsuna yawned. “Or maybe not so much… Are you getting enough sleep?”

Setsuna sat down and took a bite out of her salmon. “I tend to be a light sleeper I will admit… Maybe I could get some sleeping pills,”

“Maybe you could,” Imori took a bite out of her rice, audibly (something). “Man! I need to start getting you some better groceries! I mean… if you’re feeding me like this for breakfast and dinner!? Oh my gosh, can you make me lunch to take to work? A little bento?” Imori pleaded.

Setsuna giggled. “Maybe if you like it refrigerated then maybe,”

Imori groaned. “I’ve been so used to cup noodles and the lot since I became a lawyer. Finally got a job at a defence firm and here I am, begging my niece to make me homemade meals like a housewife,”

“It's. the least I can do munching off of you,” She admitted as she avoided her aunt's gaze.

“Hey, hey look at me, look at me,” It was a bit more firm. “One thing for sure it’s bigger than my old place. I’m fine, we’re saving a bit with the best online school in the country. And I have plenty to spare… Don’t worry about money alright?”

“Sorry, it’s just that,”

“I know… if I was in a better place I would’ve helped with your dad's payments but,”

“Can we just drop the issue?” Setsuna asked.

Imori nodded. “You’re a good girl,” She yawned, patting her niece. “Now how about we go shopping? I think you need vitamin D. I mean seriously you look like a ghost!”

Setsuna for one took a look at her skin. “Well, i am a little pale,”

<--->

“What about this stuff?” Imori held up some sushi rice.

“I don’t think I could use that at the moment, put it in… we’ll just need to get a... What is it called?,”
Imori put it in the basket. “Need to get some seaweed, crab… ooh maybe pickled-”

“Why are you so obsessed with sushi?”

Imori made eye contact with her niece. “Merit,”

Setsuna snorted. “You want me to make homemade sushi just because of Merit?”

“Setsuna you do not understand… This one man… Great guy but he always gloats about how his wife makes some really good sushi. I’ve had some it isn’t the best but I think you can do that,”

“Wow, way to abuse my natural skills,”

“Setsuna, please? I’ll raise your allowance?”

She scoffed. “You don’t need to resort to bribery I’ll do it for free, I love sushi myself y’know,”

She grabbed onto Setsuna and shivered. “Thank you,”

“Stop it, you’re causing a scene,” She joked as the put the rice away “Need a rice cooker as well,”

“Damn, it seems we need to shop at a different store,”

As Setsuna and Imori began to make plans to create lunch bentos for her aunt, going down every aisle, it all went swimmingly. They were about to begin to start paying for a load of stuff when the two heard some screaming.

“Get away you monster!”

Setsuna turned around, seeing a son being coddled by his mother as the woman screamed her lungs out. Right next to them, facing each other was a man that had an obvious mutant-type quirk. It made him look like some sort of lizard.

“Ma’am I’m sorry I walked into your son it was-,”

“BE QUIET! You… you animal!”

“Please it was an honest accident really,” As he said it the man began to slowly back away, trying to distance himself from the mother.

“Don’t try and escape!” He froze. “Where’s the manager? Manager!”

The lizard put his head down and his hands above his head, resting on the back of his neck. It was clear that he had done this before as he sighed.

The manager began to walk over, it was clear that he had seen some stuff. “Can I help you?”

“Call the heroes, this person attacked my child!” The sudden increase caused the kid to scream even more.

The manager turned towards the lizard. “Is that true?”

“I accidentally walked into the boy, it was all an-,” Before he could say the rest he was cut off.

“Be quiet! It is your fault that it happened in the first place!”

“Ma’am i’m just trying to get the other side of the story before we do anything we regret,” The Manager pleaded

“Well, I regret nothing!” Another raise in her voice caused the kid to cry louder. “Now call the heroes before I sue your ass!”

“Sue their ass my ass!” Imori had put her crap down and walked on over towards the commotion. “Neither of them have broken no sort of laws whatsoever but you!” Imori pointed her finger at the woman. “You could be tried for disturbing the peace, unlawful imprisonment and quirk-related hate crime!”

The woman became red at the face. “I have done no such thing!”

“Oh please look at the man and tell me you didn’t call him a villain and a beast. There are multiple cameras around to see it as well! Not to mention multiple eyewitness claims! But i’ll make this easy on everyone, if you can calm down your kid down now and we can all go on with our day, that or I swear I will build a case for this little predicament that you won’t get a job ever again,” Imori scowled. By the time she stopped, the kid stopped crying and she smiled. “See all better, now…” She looked over to the lizard.

“Can you say sorry to the boy?” She turned towards the kid. “Can you hear him out,”

The little kid nodded and the lizard put his arms down and slightly bowed. “I’m sorry for bumping into you, it was an accident,”
The kid sniffled. “It’s okay,”

“As long as it doesn’t happen again,” Imori finished. “Now, I wish you a good day,”

The mother snorted, and glared at the lizard before taking her son's hand and walking away. Setsuna watched as Imori had some final words with the manager, handing her a small business card before turning towards the lizard who also had a nice talk. She laughed and had a small conversation which ended up with the lizard nodding and laughing as well, ending the same way with the manager.

After all of that, she turned around and began to walk back to a starstruck Setsuna.

“It’s not the first time I've done that, you know,” Imori picked up a cucumber and put it on the conveyor belt.

“But why did you do it?”
She shrugged. “Someone has to look out for those who look a little weird, may as well be me,”

<--->

Sunday 10 PM

Setsuna didn’t need the alarm anymore, waking up five minutes before she actually needed to get up.

But that didn’t matter, grabbing some extra sushi she made for Imori’s homemade bento for Monday. Afterwards, she changed into her vigilante costume, which she has started to hide under her bed.

Quickly donning the helmet, Setsuna opened her window and floated towards the roof like every other time, climbing on top of it.

She kept doing this, deciding to throw a bone that today she would be patrolling this side of the city, near her place. After all, if Trigger deals are going on, it may as well be near schools.

People wanted a feeling of a powerful quirk without training it, its what plenty of them wanted. It's what Setsuna would have wanted if it weren’t for her using it all the time in the hospital.

Steroids, drugs, all of these would be used… And when quirks came around, it was just another market to abuse.

She made her way down to where she first met Eraserhead, deciding it to be best if she stopped a few blocks away from that part… especially since she may have pissed off a gang.

No matter what, she had stopped a mugging on the way here, but now she was waiting for her real goal.

To take down Trigger.

Setsuna jumped across the rooftops with s singular eyeball floating around in another direction. And it didn’t take long before Setuna finally saw something.

A guy came out of a bus stop, looking sceptical of the place as he looked down at a new place. He looked around her own age, and Setsuna felt that this guy didn’t live around here.

Popping out an eye, she quickly followed the dude around a few corners before he slipped into a dark alley, meeting two hooded individuals, who looked exactly the same, so she just named them One and Two.

Setsuna saw as One walked behind the boy and shoved him forward deeper into the alley. She saw the teen slowly open out what seemed to be a wad of cash to Two. Seeing this Two nodded to One, which in turn quickly slotted something into the kid's pants.

Seeing this deal done Setsuna dropped down, detaching one of her ring fingers and collided with One’s body. Setsuna looked up to see Two and the kid looking at her.

But before she could be attacked again Two used his quirk on Setsuna and pushed her back, allowing One to run away.

“What do we do?!”

“You got what you wanted how about you use it!” One ran off and hearing this the student took the vial in his pocket and injected half of it into his body.

Setsuna was quickly wrapped around by the kid's fingers which extended and wrapped around. The student laughed at his new power, but his face suddenly changed when he saw Setsuna split and escape.

The student tried again by increasing his other fingers' length but Setsuna just grabbed them and decided to squeeze. Quickly yelling out in pain Setsuna knocked the kid out and quickly ran off after the Twins.

She quickly caught up to what seemed to be One, turning around he began to panic as he saw multiple body parts racing towards him.

But what Setsuna didn't see was a gun being pulled on her.

One shot and it missed, as Setsuna closed in as she extended her hand and grabbed the guys wrist as she twisted the gun out of his hand. Picking up the gun Setsuna reformed and pointed it at One, who had her leg on his chest keeping him down.

She began to breathe deeply as she saw the masked individual look up towards her. She began to try and control her breathing to no avail.

She took down her first Trigger Bust but was this the way it had to be?

One shot

Setsuna felt something enter and exit her left chest. Before she could react two more shots rung through her body causing her to drop the gun and fall over.

One quickly picked up the gun. “Why did you do that!?”

“Don’t care the kids knocked out cold and the cops’ll be here soon! We need to go!” She saw Two and One quickly run out of her line of sight and into the night.

As Setsuna’s eyesight began to fade she only heard that it started to rain, as thunder clapped which began to echo in her ears as she faded out.

She saw out of the corner of her eye a pool of blood spilling, as rain began to fall hard as well.

She failed…

She failed everyone.

Chapter 8: Naming

Chapter Text

“Now if you see here… There is in fact the same face on the CCTV footage! Lining them up you can clearly see the same mouth and facial structure… but with a different physical body,”

She first struggled to open her eyes, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. It smelt cramped if that makes any sense, but looking around a little her hypothesis was proven correct. But what really woke her up was a sudden flash of lightning outside the window.

Throttling her awake, Setsuna sat upwards and felt pain rush through her body. Looking down at her chest, she noticed that the jacket had been removed. And her shirt.

And even though her sports bra was still on, she felt it was tampered with. But she didn’t mind, as looking down at it was something even worse.

A few bandages wrapped around a part of Setsuna, remembering some of these wraps from the hospitals. Then it all came back together.

*BANG*

It wasn’t her who fired the gun even with one in her hand, but Two had an immaculate aim and shot her three times in the heart. She wasn’t sure why she was alive, but reaching her hand to her neck, she needed to check if he had a pulse, in case this really was a dream.

After checking she was alive, Setsuna slowly got out of bed and took in her surroundings.

The first thing she saw was the amount of trash bags all around her, and despite that, there was almost no smell at all. Seeing her biker jacket sitting on a desk on the opposite side of the room, she walked over and looked at it.

The bullet holes had been stitched up, whoever this mystery person was he was sure good with his hands.

Speaking of the mystery person.

“Ow, sh*t!” A voice that sounded familiar came from across the room. Setsuna peered open seeing that it had come from what she expected was the kitchen.

Putting on her jacket she slowly began to walk over, ready to fight this mystery assailant. She turned the corner and was surprised to know who it was, as she had seen the man less than a day prior.

It was the lizard from the grocery store, holding his hand as if he had just burnt it.

“Run it under some cold water,” Setsuna said, which caused the lizard to look at her and scream and fall over. “What! You were the one who saved me weren’t you!?”

“Sorry, it’s just that… I didn’t expect you to survive… Considering,” He swayed his head side to side as he began to stand up.

“Yeah… I can thank my quirk for that,” Setsuna began to sniff through her helmet. “Whatchya making?”

“Instant noodles, I was just about to eat… Would you like some?”

Setsuna hummed for a moment. “Honestly I’m starving,”

<--->

“I can leave if you want,” The lizard said while Setsuna looked at her. “If you know… want to keep your identity a secret,”

“Nah man, if you saved my life which could be a lost cause I reckon I can trust you,” Taking a wheezy breath Setsuna took off her helmet and placed it right next to her.

“Wait a minute you’re-,”

“That was my aunt,” Sesuna giggled. “Saved you from police arrest right?”

“Yeah, that was… It felt really nice,” The lizard took a bite. “Dammit I might want to get some milk,” As he went to the fridge Setsuna looked at her bowl and then at her chest.

“How did you get so good at… Stitching up wounds?” hearing this the lizard sighed and closed the door with milk in hand.

“I think it’s a mixture of my troubled past basically stitching up every single wound I can find from where I lived… And my wanting to be a nurse,”

“Wait Nurses can stitch?”

“And Suture if it comes down to it,” The lizard brought back two glasses and placed them down.

“I guess Karma is a bitch huh?” Setsuna took some noddles and immediately started to cough. “Ah, holy sh*t!"

“Too spicy?”

“Maybe that and… My wounds,”

“Can’t eat yet huh?” She shook her head. “Crap… I’ll see if I have something else,”

“No need,”

“No, there is a need. Hold on I think I can make a banana smoothie,” The lizard began to race back to the kitchen.

Two massive scoops of ice cream, One entire banana, around five seconds of squeezing honey topped up with milk and blending it. Handing Setsuna the plastic container and a pink straw, she took a sip slowly and sighed.

“Better?”

“So much better, thanks,”

“It’s… It’s nothing,”
Moving her chest a little, Setsuna groaned. “What made you save me?”

“Huh? Well… I saw someone being shot down and still breathing. I reckon that if I could try my best… That was before I realized that you were an underage girl,” His eyes widened. “Oh god I technically undressed and touched an underaged girl, you could sue the hell out of me with your aunt,”

Setsuna laughed at that. “Yes, of course, a little bit of ogling and then you just say that I am a vigilante,”

“Huh… I guess so,”

“Dude you saved my life, without your help my quirk probably couldn’t have healed it,” She batted an eye. “I mean I don’t feel like I’m pregnant so it’s fine,” Hearing this the lizard choked on his noodles causing Setsuna to laugh.

“Please do not say that! Don’t even joke about that!” It just caused Sesuan to cackle before wincing at her side.

“Fine fine,” She took another gulp. “Holy crap this is a bomb-ass smoothie. So simple as well, this could be the perfect thing to eat before patrol,”

“Who are you?” Setsuna looked at her. “Not like your real name I’m not asking for that I’m talking about your vigilante name,”

“My name… I don’t really know,”

“Wait, you're telling me that you don’t have a cool-sounding vigilante name?”

“Well yeah, I don’t want myself to be marketable after all… Boring name and all,”

“Yeah but… Most vigilantes have a cool name. I mean look, the Crawler, Pop Step, Knuckle Duster… Stendhal which did turn to stain,”

“Wait, Stain was a vigilante?”

“Well maybe, it’s only a theory but…” Lizard sighed. “You know what I should just show you,”

<--->

“Well, it does have some merit I guess,”

“FINALLY!” He yelled. “Someone sees it! You have no idea how many forums I've been laughed at! Oh, that feels so good!”

“Wait a moment. If you like Stain so much then… Are you a follower?”

“Yes, I’m a follower alright? Why do you have a problem?”

“Look, I don’t personally agree with what Stain does, but I think where he’s coming from has some merit,”

“At least someone sees it like that,”

She took another sip. “Yes, he’s a villain but y’know… So am I technically,”

“Oh you’re right, vigilantism is illegal,”

“Yep,” She popped a P, moving her left side again. “It’s getting better,”

“Yeah, that… What exactly is your quirk?”

“It has a few things, Emitter, Transformative and I guess mutation… Regenerative Lizard and all,”

“You have a lizard quirk?” She nodded. “Sorry, it’s just that,”

“No man, it may have been different for you cause…” She tried her best to sound nice. “Your quirk,”

“Yeah, it’s just called Gecko. It’s pretty weak, I can just cling to the wall and stuff like that,”

“Pretty decent quirk if you ask me,”

“Yeah, but nothing like a hero quirk like yours,”

Setsuna sighed. “Yeah, I guess so,”

“I never really was interested in being a hero. And when I found Stain, I sorta agreed with his ideas… And then his methods not long afterwards,”

“So you want to become a villain or something?”

“Or a vigilante! But I don’t… I don’t know,”

“You could always be one of those nocturnal citizens or something I don’t know,”

“Nocturnal Who-he?”

“You know people giving anonymous tips to the local police and heroes about stuff. Vigilantism without the illegalism you know,”

“Huh… Build Stamina, get me out more… I mean I’m already a night owl so…”

“Maybe… But… I did believe I did promise you a vigilante naming,”

The lizard smiled.

<--->

“Fraction!"

“Really?”

“But c’mon! It sounds menacing, and talks about your quirk a little but doesn’t give away much. And besides from what I’ve heard it’s better than ‘The Helmet’,” Setsuna opened her mouth but quickly closed it knowing he was right. “It’ll grow on you,”

“I think it will,” Setsuna yawned. “What time is it?”

“Oh yeah… It has been a bit hasn’t it,” The lizard checked the time. It’s four thirty,”

Setsuna’s eyes widened. “Ah, crap I need to get home!” She drank the rest of the smoothie and burped. Seeing this chaos the lizard began to panic as well for no reason. Most likely because he locked his door after taking Setsuna into his apartment.

“There’s a window in my room, go out there… Don’t want anyone to see you leave from the front entrance,”

The two started to calm down as Setsuna walked into the other end of the house, opened the window and put on her helmet. Before she went she turned to the man who saved her life.

“Thank you… I… I don’t even know your name,”

“Iguchi, Shuichi Iguchi,”

“Thank you, Iguchi, and I say this very well. I hope we meet again in better circ*mstances,”

Setsuan jumped out, back into the night.

Chapter 9: Transition

Chapter Text

She was so lucky, she was so lucky that she had sped ahead and done all of the online courses in three days. What that meant was after Imori left Setsuna could fall asleep for a beautiful 9 hours if she so needed every single day.

And based on how her eyelids felt as if they had 5-tonne weights attached to them, it was what she did.

But before she could do that she needed to make breakfast first.

Unable to really focus, Setsuna put on some coffee, toast, eggs and bacon, deciding that a traditional greasy would be for the best, sending some feel-good hormones across her body. If she wasn’t going to move she may as well not be able to do anything.

Slapping pieces of cheese on the toast, she loaded up and put the monstrosity into a sandwich. Imori by that time had woken up and yawned, not even stopping to check her breath she smiled.

“Let me guess... Bad Night's sleep?”

“Yep,” She popped the P.

“Are you really that sleep-deprived?”

“No, it’s not that I thought you would like some homemade coffee,”

“Damn you’re right, it’s a shame we don’t have a carry mug,”

Imori took a cup out and saw the open cheese, eggs and bacon, taking a look at Setsuna who was eating it. Quickly making a sandwich Imori devoured the monstrosity, snatched the homemade Bento and ran out the door.

After hearing it lock Setsuna didn’t even bother cleaning up as she took an extra rasher of bacon, went into her room, fell on the bed and promptly fell asleep soon after.

<--->

“I f*cking hate this,”

“It happens like once every two years,

“I don’t see why we all have to meet this man every time his flesh suit runs out of battery,”

“That’s enough, you know how important it is to us,”

“It doesn’t matter! He abuses that power and makes it all la-di-da. I hate him…”

Organized crime from around the world was placed in a single room in Japan. Korea, Italy, The United Kingdom, and The USAC were all held in a small restaurant owned by one of their assailants. It was a small restaurant that specified different kinds of bowl meals.

It was a decent place, but that was not important. What was important was why they met.

The free man known as Odin, based on the man who saw everything based on two ravens, except the ravens were his quirk. A quirk that allowed him to have them all on a leash, but he did nothing with it.

And that was when the bell on the door rang. Walking inside, it was clear that the rain wouldn’t stop at all. They didn’t hear an umbrella, or anything, just the drips as the man went inside.

And then Odin took two steps in and looked at all four of the representatives.

“Gentlemen! You all look so lovely today!” He walked forward. “Well?”

“Enough talk,” Korea demanded. “My bosses want to know what changes you want now. They are sceptical because of Japan's recent… Predicament,”

“Ah but as your bosses see a collapse I see a miracle standing right in front of me. You see… We all know that the big man is going away for an unspecified amount of time, so I think we should start now,”

“Be more specific,” USAC demanded.

“Think of Japan as a Playground, and we have this one adult giving out new toys every once in a while. Children will always go for the new toy, and try it out before being thrown out,”

“Are you expecting us to increase the trigger business in Japan?” Italy said. “I know that there's some business but-,”

“Gentlemen gentlemen, Japan is about to have a shift in power… For a few months at least. Think of it as a testing ground, I only ask for a hundred per cent increase for a few months, and then slowly begin to lower it… That’s all I ask, really,”
The four representatives looked at each other for a moment before nodding. “Based on our belief, we have declined your offer,”

Odin only smiled at them. “Are you sure?” He blinked a few times. “Check your phones,”

All of them did, seeing the same number text them in the same order. It was a kill order, based on their boss's command. One immediately got up but Odin quickly backed away, turning on the sprinklers with his quirk.

“You know I can’t hack flip phones without being invited in… I’m like Dracula that way… You see… I had a hunch, a hunch that all of you were ripping off your bosses. So before I came here I texted all of the bosses, and you know what? They agreed, and they listened to the entire thing,” They took off an earpiece and threw it on the floor.

“You… You’ve set us up!” Korea began to transform. “Who cares about your new body? You’re dead!”

“Maybe I would be dead, who knows without my quirk I would never be. But now… I think it’s the perfect time,”
A sudden light lit up the entire restaurant, only to quickly turn off, as well as the sprinklers.

Just in time to hear four bodies hit the floor simultaneously.

“Now…” Odin knelt down and began to heat himself up, picking up the comm. “Do I expect it from you?” He nodded a few times. “Excellent, have a good rest of the day,” And just like that, the conversation ended.

A new age of the underworld was about to begin.

<--->

She was woken up by the door opening, followed by incessant laughing and someone falling over. Setsuna quickly got up and opened her door, seeing her Aunt on the floor, struggling to get up. And if there was one smell she remembered from the hospital, it was the clear use of alcohol that stung the air.

Yes, it was a little different, but she knew she was drinking.

“Did you win a case?”

“I got a raise!” Imori raised her head, splitting around unconsciously. Seeing this Setsuna sighed and slowly began to pick up the pieces and began to throw them on the bed. After picking up the head, Imori just laughed at her own joke.

“And I said! Sushi! You got to be fishing me!” She gave a massive laugh as her body began to be painted off. “What are you doi?”
Never seen someone drunk before “I’m just checking if you have another suit for tomorrow,” She opened the drawer with reluctance, glad to just see a similar blazer, short dress and white shirt. Closing the sliding door she just sighed.

Before she could leave, Setsuna decided it would be best to quickly get a glass of water from the kitchen. Leaving her aunt who was grinning like a madwoman and talking to herself.

It took no longer than half a minute for Setsuna to return, and that was when it all changed. Imori was crying, she was practically sobbing. Setsuna, seeing this, decided it was best to try and leave, but something stopped her. Imori had split off, causing her to be unable to leave.

“Is there something wrong?” She sat down on her aunt's bed.

“Everyone in my work has some sort of lover or husband or something! I’m alone!”

She didn’t expect that. “Why is that?”

“I dunno! Everyone here is happy with someone when I’m all alone! I’ll die alone!” She sobbed.

“Aunty, Aunty,” Setsuna grabbed either arm. “You are a great woman who is young, you’re only what? Twenty-six?”

“I’m twenty-eight!”

“Well you look like you’re twenty-two so…” Setsuna looked down. “If I'm basically co*ck blocking you… Just think that in a few years, I'll be out of your hair. Besides… I can take care of myself you don’t need to worry about dying alone,”

She sniffled. “Really?”

Setsuna smiled. “You’re good-looking, you just got a raise! If anyone wants you it’s everyone,”

Imori began to cry even harder as she embraced Setsuna. Feeling this level of affection Setsuna embraced the hug back. And that was when she learnt one more thing about her aunt.

The first thing is that she liked hugging something in her sleep. And the second is that she knew exactly how to get out. Setsuna split off and escaped her aunt's death grip in a matter of moments, reforming with everything on her.

Stretching a little she realized that her bullet wounds were completely healed. Looking down, she tore off the marvellous work that Iguichi had done, seeing only three small exit wounds that it seemed her quirk didn’t work that well.

Well now she knew her quirk's limits, and she also knew exactly what to do now.

<--->

One was nervous, it had been less than a day since he got jumped by that new vigilante, Helmet was their name on the street now. And they had killed them, or rather his brother did. But that didn’t stop them from giving another sap a taste of what a hero’s quirk could be.

After making a hefty sum of cash, the two brothers were almost done for the night.

“You ever regret what we do?” One said.

Two scoffed. “Not one bit,”

“Really? Not even what happened-,” A hand scrunched up the man's hair, as well as Two’s. And the massive garbage bin that was in the alley quickly appeared. The same helmet, the same jacket, the same everything.

They didn’t kill the helmet, and the next thing the two knew was that their heads quickly raced towards the metal sheet, knocking them out immediately.

The Helmet jumped forward, rummaging and taking one of their phones, quickly dialling the police before putting it back, trying them with Zip-ties and making their great escape.

<--->

Her first arrest, her first real arrest related to Trigger. She had done it… She wasn’t just a mystery person anymore. She would go after certain people, those who were the people that gave Dad that predicament, taking his own life.

She was a real vigilante now.

She was now Fraction.

Chapter 10: Second Encounter

Chapter Text

“You got the stuff?”

“Got the stuff? Buddy I just don’t got the stuff. I got the sh*t ,”

Dead at night, in the middle of a junkyard, two cars and two villains were alone currently dealing in some illegal narcotics. The one who ‘got the sh*t’ was a mutant, his quirk gave him aspects of a Komodo Dragon. He lifted up his car boot and took a suitcase out before closing it again.

The other villain took a deep sniff of the suitcase and his eyes widened.

“Holy sh*t this is genuine stuff!” He scoffed for a moment. “No… it’s impossible without a quirk how were you able to? Of this quality? Is it-?”

“I have my ways. I heard the yakuza are making a return and this baby,” He slapped the case. “Will make me and my boss rich!"

“Well, soon you’ll be able to bathe in gold if this deal goes well my friend,” The man pulled out his phone. “I’ll tell my boss the stuff is legit… But I will need to get… I reckon an ounce. Give us a day and we’ll call you back with an offer,”

“It better be a good offer,” The Komodo dragon opened the boot. “I mean, it was hard to get it here. I got it only because of a few favours… That I’ll be able to repay. But this is great for both of…” he stared at a few fingers that he saw in his car. “What the fu-”

The two fingers raced forward and poked the Komodo’s eyes, right before he slammed the booth shut as the two fingers raced away.

“sh*t! You were followed!” The hooded villain said.

“It’s just some disembodied fingers dude!”

“Yeah but that hand always comes with-”

“Me…”

The two villains turned to their right, seeing on top of a scrap pile there was a dark figure. They jumped up and saw as their fingers reconnected to their hand before landing and staring down at the two criminals.

“sh*t, you got tailed by The Helmet!”

“The Helmet? Really?” The Helmet spoke. “That's like, so uncool for my vigilante name, it could’ve been something like… Scorn? Wait! No, I got one up! Can you just call me-”

“Shut up! You're just a kid and you're right here, you ain't leaving here alive!” The hooded one yelled.

“Let me just think… Nah don’t want to die,”

The helmet suddenly burst off into six separate parts, all flying towards the duo. Komodo was able to grab two of the arms but they were able to slip free from his grasp as they split again and whacked him in his face.

Hoodie on the other hand was met with a racing helmet towards his face, knocking him out immediately. Komodo sweated as he saw this, dodging a floating kick and retaliating by biting it. He laughed a little as the helmet began to reform, a little angered at how her leg now had a bit mark.

“I’m a f*cking Komodo Dragon! I won! You can’t do anything now!”

“Oh f*cking sweet, one of these quirks,” The Helmet took out a towel and put it on her leg. “Anyway, let's keep going you Newt,”

“NEWT! I’ll Show you Newt!” Komodo reached into his pocket and he and helmet felt something let out an audible release of air.

All of a sudden Komodo’s eyes dilated as he clenched his stomach, very slowly his body pulsated and ripped off his shirt. His snout became more prominent, as his

Very suddenly Komodo began to clutch his stomach, as his body began to pulsate and transform. He grew in size, his snout increased and opening his mouth his teeth began to shrink. A tail grew out of his leg as he yelled and looked at The Helmet.

“Ah sh*t, time to wait,” The Helmet snarked back.

“Good luck there Helmet, this is new sh*t! From America!” he yelled as he dashed at them, ready to slice them into pieces using his claws.

The Helmet quickly floated off to different places as the attack missed, making a firm scratch on a recently crushed car. He snorted in rage and tried to attack The Helmet again, but they just kept dodging, weaving through the manic movements.

After a few more failed attempts, The Helmet just reached one of their hands into the ground and flung dirt into Komodo’s eyes. After yelling and falling back, Komodo began to blink both pairs of eyelids and charged at The Helmet yet.

“You” Miss. “Bitch” Miss. “Just hold still!”

“You’re wearing out,” Fraction got a firm punch on his lung. “Am I right?”

“Don’t try and get in my head.” Another miss. “This ain't your normal sh*t! Extended Stamina, quirk! Strength and we were able to make sure we won’t be a rumbling mess after five minutes! Say hello to the three-hour Trigger!”

“What the fu-,” helmet was cut off by a sudden yell by a familiar scream she heard on television. A silhouette appeared over her over the full moon in the night, seeing a leg extend forward as the person crashed down.

“LUNA RING!”

The figure slammed down on Komodo’s head, leaving an imprint on his face on the ground. The Helment began to slowly step away as the mysterious person, who was a hero stared at her, with the pale moonlight highlighting their entire body.

“sh*t…”

“Damn right, you vigilante,” Miruko walked off the villain and towards them, cracking her knuckles and neck.

‘sh*t… I’ve run into heroes before, but this is way out of my league’ The Helmet gulped. ‘Aunty Imori’s going to kill me… Wait that's it!’

“And how do you know that for sure? Why can’t I just be a cosplayer having a stroll in a junkyard?”

“Damn brat you have a comeback. Whatever, you’re coming with me,”

“Fine fine but you know the saying, POCKET SAND!” The Helmet reached into their pocket and blinded Miruko with a cloud of dust.

The rabbit hero began to step back as she coughed and screamed at the sand in her eye, which was when the helmet took her tail and ran.

“sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t,” They kept yelling as they began to use their quirk to traverse the trash mounds. By making a hand float and then pulling them towards it, it was basically a slingshot in theory.

And it worked marvellously.

The Helmet was able to jump over the rest of the trash mounds and make its way out of the junkyard and towards the nearest rooftop. After looking at the junkyard she put her back on a metal box on said rooftop and slowly slid down it, zipping down her leather jacket and removing her helmet.

It was still in the middle of summer, and Setsuna had no idea why she decided to wear a black leather jacket for her vigilante costume, even with her below-average body heat. Yes, it was resistant to some attacks, but she needed to find something more insulated soon.

But she had other things to worry about for a moment, mainly her bleeding leg where she was bitten by Komodo.

The remaining adrenaline in Setsuna’s system began to fade, meaning she could finally begin to feel what the bite entailed. Due to her love for reptiles, Setsuna already knew she needed to clean the would fast out of all the spit, otherwise her wound wouldn’t allow clotting and therefore she would bleed out sooner or later.

But she came prepared.

In the lining of her jacket, Setsuna held a basic first aid kid. With a few cloths, Setsuna was able to wipe away most of the venom from the outside, which she grabbed with her teeth as she began to slowly nudge the second cloth into the wound to get rid of the rest of the venom.

Before putting on some gauze and wrappings, Setsuna tightened it and tensed to make sure she could still walk after this.

“Finally,” She looked up at the stars and finally began to steady her breath. “Ah crap,” Immediately Setsuna felt some fatigue from the sheer amount of blood loss.

Yes, Setsuna believed she could make it home if she started now, but she had no idea how she’d do it. What she really was worrying about was how she’d explain the limp tomorrow, mainly because Lizard Tail Splitter usually healed her in no time.

But for a bite this big and infectious, she reckoned it would take three days minimum to heal it all.

All she has to do is to make sure it doesn’t get infected, don’t use her legs much, and wear long pants for a week. It should be so easy for her to do that. As Setsuna began to overthink her eyelids become heavy and she closed them.

<--->

The next thing she felt was a bonk on her noggin.

“You good kid?” A familiar voice came from above.

Setsuna looked up seeing Miruko staring right at her, glaring right into her soul. She tried to get up but was quickly stopped by the Number 7 hero who was grabbing her helmet and her head. Setsuna just stared at Miruko as Miruko stared back at her, before laughing.

“Damn, your just a Kit!” Miruko bellowed and got up. “I’ve been searching for a kid for ten minutes!”

“Yeah, and his is me! So what!?” Setsuna began wearing some black paint over her eyes to better blend in with her helmet... A comment b her second run-in with Eraserhead.

“Now…what's a thirteen-year-old doing out here trying to fight villains off their horses on trigger?”

“I’m fourteen,” Setsuna stopped for a second before putting her hand over her face realizing what she’s done. “Not again,”

“Yep,” Miruko popped the p. “Thanks again though, I never really thought about goggles but I may want to reconsider. Such a dirty tactic for someone so young.” She threw the helmet back towards her. “If any villain had half a brain and ten seconds ahead of me a threat could actually be considered to be a threat,”

“You don’t consider me a threat?” Setsuna put her helmet back on.

“You’re a vigilante, not a villain, and a damn young one at that.” Miruko began to stretch. “Damn, it takes me back to my youth,”

“Aren’t all heroes supposed to hate vigilantes because they’re using their quirk illegally?”

“Damn this is going to be a long story and it’s one in the morning, I'm hungry and you’re coming with me,” Miruko took Setsuna’s arm and began to jump.

“Eh?” Was all that Setsuna was able to say as very quickly she was abducted by the hero.

<--->

“You’re like me y’know,” Miruko took a bite out of her sushi roll. “f*ck that's a good vendor, need to remember the name,”

Since Miruko decided to kidnap an unmasked helmet and not arrest her, she decided to get along with the vigilante. Ever since being put on the night shift Miruko learnt a lot from underground heroes. The first bit of advice she ever got from them was to always trust the good vigilantes… And Eraserhead said that The Helmet was one of them.

They left it at that, but the teenage girl right next to her seemed to be just that.

“How on earth am I like you?” Setsuna snapped back, taking a bite out of her own Sushi.

“You have something to prove.” She stopped for a moment and looked at her. “And don't give me that,"

“Don’t give me what?”

“SASS!" She took another rbite and went back to her story. "It was different, I always had something to prove to others and so do you! They’re different but we both did it the same way! Beating the sh*t out of people,”

Setsuna scoffed. “Really? How on earth did you become a hero then? Do some things you regret?”

“Shut it you,” Miruko scowled. “What I'm saying is that you have skill. Skills that will be wasted if you keep doing this. Opportunities will pass you by in an instant, coming from experience. And all I say is when I ask you to quit, you take my offer,”

“Wait!” Setsuna said. “Are you telling me you want me to be your personal protege?”

“Maybe, just depends on how well you keep throwing the drug-addicted people in the slammer to see how it goes,”

Setsuna smiled and glared at her new mentor. “How many?”

“A lot, like I want you to set a record or some sh*t,”

“But I have other things to do. School, hang out make sure I enjoy life,”

“Yeah, but it’ll become rough, especially in this line of work. You need to push through it… Ya got that?”

Setsuna looked down at her sushi. “Yeah, I guess,”

The rabbit just snorted. “Yeah, I reckon that's all I’ll get out of you,”

Miruko finished her last sushi roll and got up, stretching before looking at her kit one last time.

“You go home now, you need all that rest for that bite mark,” She began to walk away. “See ya around, Helmet,” Miruko’s grin became ‘sh*t eating’ as she jumped off the building.

In a moment Setsuna ignored the pain in her leg as she ran up to the curve and looked down, seeing Miruko about to jump away. Cupping her hand she yelled out, the heroes sensitive ears picked it up quickly.

“That's not my name!”

“Then what is it!?” Miruko yelled back.

Setsuna took a deep breath and took off her helmet. “Fraction!” Setsuna yelled back. “My vigilante name is Fraction!”

“GOOD TO KNOW!” Miruko smirked as she flashed Setsuna a middle finger before jumping away in the night.

Setsuna begrudgingly began to split and hover through the rooftops, finally hoping her name would stick. After all, being called ‘The Helmet’ just seems lame.

Chapter 11: Intermission

Chapter Text

Right after Shouta returned from the training camp he was throttled back into hero work. After taking a shot of another espresso he plopped down onto Naomasa's couch that the detective had in his office.

But when he heard an audible ding that was on Naomasa’s laptop was when he opened his eyes and turned to him.

“What are you doing?” Naomsa took a look.

“That’s the vigilante notification,”

“And?”

He sighed. “It’s Fraction isn't it?”

“Yep,”

Shouta slammed his head back onto the couch. “Damnit,”

“Why are you so worried?” Naomasa asked as he sent another email.

“It’s 'cause she’s just a kid! Not even old enough for high school and yet she’s… out there fighting villains and the Trigger business, all by herself,"

“Yes, I know it’s dangerous but we all know she can handle herself,” Naomasa went back. Besides another hero also has Fractions back,”
Shouta opened a singular eye. “Who?”

And just like that the door flung open and a very angry bunny rabbit came crashing into the office. Shouta’s eyes widened by a quarter of a centimetre as Miruko came stomping into the office.

“Hey, Tsukauchi you got another special triggered-up dude unconscious in the holding cell. Some sort of cactus quirk or some sh*t," Miruko threw out some injector onto the test. “From what I’ve gotten from Fraction it’s supposed to last for three hours so you better get an iron maiden or something else in there now,”

“Three-hour trigger?” Shouta spoke up.

“Yeah, you can actually tell by the vial,” Miruko walked over and picked up the injector, it seemed to be some sort of thin black item, around half the size of a police badge with three slits along it, which would’ve been red to show that the Trigger was present. “Three slits mean three hours… it seems that this flux caused a bunch more variants… so that means a bunch for injectors as well,”

“So there’s been an increase in diversity?”

Naomasa nodded. “There's been some sort of trigger-related boom recently in Japan, Mustafu mainly and no one knows why.” Naomasa clicked a few times on his mouse and turned his monitor around. “Look here,”

Shouta finally got up and peered over, seeing multiple different types of vials all made up in a spreadsheet. With the records, the places and streets they were found, and the hero (or vigilante) recorded it.

“What on earth is this?” Miruko asked.

“This is a list of all of these different variants… This includes the sightings, the reports, the structure of the injector… You name it,” He looked towards the heroes. “And all of these were first reported by Fraction. She has a knack for hunting them down and arresting them, we’re not sure how she does it... It's almost as if she knows where they're going to meet up,"

Shouta just sighed and pulled out his phone. “I’m bringing in Middle-Man,”

Miruko scoffed. “Middle-man? Who on damn earth is that?”

“A vigilante that has a lot of ties to the info-broker scene of villainy. We suspect him to be some sort of ex-villain heir that decided to turn into a vigilante. Yeah, he hasn’t committed any crimes and he is quite helpful to get some bits of information,”

“Huh.” Miruko smiled. “Neat.”

The three adults all huddled around the phone, waiting for it to be picked up. When it was both Miruko and Naomasa began to back out.

“Heyo Aizawa,”

“Middle man I need some information,”

“Ah straight down to business as per usual,” A pause."But because you're calling me and not just exiting... I may need to fix our price,"

“I need information about the sudden increase and variation of Trigger in Japan, specifically Mustafu and its surrounding areas,,”

“Give me some time, it’ll take a while,”

“Two million yen,” Naomasa’s eyes widened at the price. “No strings attached. Don’t need sources, I just need to know why,”

“Fair enough I’ll have it by tomorrow, tata,”

The call ended and Naomasa looked at Shouta.

“THE HELL SHOUTA!?” The detective yelled. “Two Million?”

“I’ll ask Nedzu for it. The damn rat’s fine for it using it for Hero work,” He shrugged. “UA’s got money to burn,”

“But that isn’t a good enough excuse for that!”

“Shut it, detective,” Miruko responded. “If you want I still have top ten paychecks before the next rankings. I'll pay for it if you’re still sh*tty about the money. I need to get out of here anyways,”

“That's the thing,” Shouta finally put his burner phone away. “Why are you here? I never really got the idea”

“Commision doesn’t like me much so they sent me down to try and quote on quote ‘Make me docile’ thinking if I become an underground hero it’ll make me better. That's bullsh*t, they just want me to mellow out so they can use me a little bit better,”

“They told you to take care of the sudden Trigger problem and they’ll let you back?”

“Damn straight! And Fraction will probably stop as well,”

“Fraction?” Naomasa’s eyes widened. “What’s this got to do with her?”

“Are you both f*cking blind? Every time I see her she’s always taking down Trigger and calling the cops! It’s so obvious she’s getting her anger out on some sort of traumatic event and she’ll stop afterwards,”

Naomasa's face planted his forehead. “It’s so bloody obvious,”

“Yep!” Rumi opened the door and looked back. “Now I got a few more hours with me so if you excuse me, I gotta get that money,” She closed the door.

Shouta finished the rest of his espresso and walked out soon after.

<--->

“Sir,”

Odin looked over at the lackey. “Ah yes,” He blinked. “Yoruichi correct?”

“Yes sir… I was going to say that the imports have come here discretely… And we should be able to distribute in just a couple of hours,”

Odin smiled. “Tell me Yoruichi… I need to… I need something to be done… You see it involves heroes and my former past… You did know this… body before I took over didn’t you?”

“I was only a lackey for his father but yes,”

“If that's the case then I need you to try your best in mimicicing his style of transferring some information to me,” Pulling out a spare phone Odin tossed it to Yoruichi, who quickly caught it. “Good reflexes,”

“Th-thank you sir,”

“Anyways, I need to focus, you are dismissed Yoruichi,”

The man bowed. “Sir,”

Odin then turned around to a massive screen with numerous files open, each time the screen refreshed showed a different variation of files open all of which Odin was reading.

It seemed that a vigilante named Fraction was on the case now, causing troubles in his distribution.

And from what he was able to see from a back alley camera just a few days ago there they jumped down and put on their traditional helmet before limping away, safe to say that Komodo had bitten her based on how she checked her leg for any blood.

After a few seconds of searching, he found her.

Setsuna Tokage… And everything about her history was redacted. The same redacted as him.

A small smirk came over Odin as a plan began to appear, especially as he saw the one remaining relative he was able to find. And like that, it was all over as he found her.

Imori Kyuuku.

<--->

After taking her seventh Trigger related incident ever, Setsuna was worse for wear.

After healing from the bite wound for four days and making sure she could walk on it, she had gone out again as Fraction. Now she was back being injured, with a massive gash on her arm and leg, although being cleaned and stopped bleeding, she was wincing with every step and knew she couldn’t hide this from Imori.

Slipping back into her room, Setsuna quickly got changed out of her vigilante costume, hiding each bit and deciding that she could wash them tomorrow. After changing Setsuna went to the small bathroom that was connected to her room and got a clean washcloth.

Removing the mascara from her eyes, she turned her attention to the two massive gashes.

Lizard Tail Splitter had a pretty decent healing factor, but when it comes to injuries and not entire limbs or organs missing, it was a whole other story. With enough meals and a good night's sleep, the bite mark from Komodo healed effortlessly.

But this was much worse, as the gashes were not only in two separate limbs but much longer and from what Setsuna could see would scar unless she hacked off her own limbs.

Wincing a little more, Setsuna realized that the nails she was cut with were also piping hot, cauterizing the wound and blistering the surrounding skin. Looking in her secret medicine cabinet Setsuna dabbed on some burn cream, trying not to yell in pain from touching the burns.

It seems that her secret stash of first aid items may need to include some nice aloe vera gel next time.

After making sure that she didn’t have any extra injuries Setsuna retrieved two ice packs from the freezer across the house and laid down on her bed, turning on her fan for some white noise.

It would take a miracle for Setsuna to hide these wounds from Imori… She was already sceptical of the limp that Setsuna just said that she tripped when outside despite being bit by Komodo. But this… She couldn’t explain this without admitting to going out at night.

But then a miracle did occur, as Setsuna's biker jacket had something fall out of his pocket.

Setsuna flinched as she looked at what had dropped, seeing a small vial she had taken from the villain laying down there. It was half-used but still seemed to have a good bit of Trigger left in it. And seeing the needle could be injected into the body, most likely through the arm.

Using her quirk, Setsuna reached for the injector and put it back into her body. Gulping, Setsuna looked at the Pros and cons of her crazy plan.

Pros would be if she used the trigger her wounds would be healed and she’d be fine in the morning. Cons would be if she didn’t use it correctly she could attack her Aunt and be labelled a villain… Even more, than she really was.

Looking at how she would be figured out anyway if she didn’t use it at all, Setsuna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, stabbing herself in the abdomen with The Vial… Letting go prematurely so that she didn’t have all of the drugs in a single dose. And that’s when it happened.

The sudden flow of the quirk enhancer made Setsuna open her eyes to be staring, as it reached her heart and flooded the rest of her body very quickly.

Huddling up to her bed sheets Setsuna began to take deep breaths as she felt her body get even colder as it enhanced the body temperature, dropping very quickly causing her to cover her body with the blankets. Taking a few more deep breaths Setsuna began to calm down and look at the injuries she had received.

In front of her eyes, the large burns on her thigh and forearm were healing entirely. As they did so Setsuna felt her tongue tingle a little. After the wound healed Setsuna looked at her hands and moved them a little, causing them to split off into a dozen pieces instead of the one piece she usually did.

She smiled a little as she tried to do the same to her own hand and succeeded, and then to her feet. Now thirty chunks of Setsuna were all flying around her room as she fell even colder and colder.

As the feeling got too intense Setsuna placed them all back and hit the Trigger vial underneath her mattress. Slowly crawling underneath her multiple blankets Setsuna's eyes felt heavy as she began to drift off to sleep.

‘I won’t become like them right?’ She huddled even closer to herself. ‘Right?’

Chapter 12

Chapter Text

“Damnit…” Imori grumbled as she walked out of her office.

After a massive collateral case was dropped by the accusor by agreeing to a set payout, Imori just wanted to go to sleep early, not even caring about Dinner. But she was quickly stopped as a person ran into her and toppled her into the ground.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry!” The man quickly began to apologize as he began to rummage through the papers. “I was in a hurry and I was-”

“Damnit! What are you doing!” Imori looked at the man, noticing it.

He was fit, standing a head taller than her and with white hair and amber eyes. He was shaven and looking at his attire was well dressed. The 9.5/10 gave Imori the papers and she touched his finger as she did it.

“I’m so sorry!” I just realized that… “He checked his phone. “Damnit now they cancel on me!”

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”

“Oh… Yeah, I’m a bigwig at a construction company, names Minato Miura,” He opened his hand for a shake. “May I ask yours?”

“Imori… Imori Kyuuku,”

“If that's the case Imori Kyuuku how about I grab you a quick apology dinner?”

“That… That sounds lovely,”

<--->

“That’s number four,” Setsuna sighed as she rummaged through the pockets taking out some brass knuckles. “Seriously guys? I mean you were selling drugs on a street corner? You really were asking for trouble,”

After criticizing the stupidity of some criminals Setsuna called the police using her burner phone before jumping onto a nearby street lamp and into the night again. Just like the last arrest, the guys weren’t peddling Trigger, which pissed Setsuna off.

It was like the drug was recently erased from the planet, was it because of her?

Moving locations wouldn’t stop Setsuna though, as her goal was to take down as many Trigger distributors before the end of the year… Before she would stop based on some hero.

As Setsuna had begun to use what she began to state was the ‘recreational use’ of Trigger. Whatever major injury she had she would quickly use the drug to heal and only to heal. She hasn’t used it for any sort of fighting just yet.

The intermission between fighting and arrest always bored Setsuna, and after checking her digital watch noticing that it had been three hours, she found a nice-looking rooftop and began to settle down, pulling out some dinner leftovers she usually made at dinner.

Taking out a salmon rice ball, Setsuna began to take a few bits as well as a few sips from a carton of milk she got from a recent vending machine.

After finishing, she found a nice large community bin which she lugged her trash in before leaving. But before she could go on, a very familiar voice run in her ears.

“KIT!”

Looking up Setsuna saw a very crazed Miruko looking down at her. Jumping down silently she smiled as she walked over.

“So you’re not dead,”

“Miruko,” Setsuna crossed her arms. “I’m so sorry you can’t taunt me with food because I just ate,”

“Shame, and here I was going to give you a beer to celebrate that badass name you came up with. Fraction,” A sh*t-eating grin spread around her face. “I mean, even regular thugs know your name… Fraction,”

“You already know my age or guessed it at least. You know that much as I’m underage,”

“Oh shut up! Your criminal record is bigger than mine before the HC decided it would be a great idea and change my schedule... Now I'm labelled as a sound disturbance every night,"

“I did hear on the news that barely anyone seen you in the day anymore,”

“It’s a good holiday away from the vultures. Except for those two reporters I saved who gave a small headline to where I've been. Cause of that those stupid Trigger junkies have decided to just go up in smoke,”

“Yeah, that's something I've noticed as well… There’s not any trigger left around,” Setsuna scratched herself. “It’s a little annoying,”

“No one knows what your endeavour is against the damn drug but it’s been helping me get back sooner though,”

“Don’t mention it, it’s just a bonus to be honest,” Setsuna tensed her arms. “But it’s helping to get me back into shape,”

“Wait, you weren’t in shape already?” Rumi's eyes widened as she took a small look at Setsuna’s legs. “Damn girl those are some good genes,”

“I know I shouldn’t be telling you this but… My quirk does have a small healing factor, my guess is it makes me build muscle faster,”

“Well whatever you’re doing it’s certainly working,” Rumi grabbed her arm and felt it. “I mean seriously I wasn't this jacked when I was your age,”

“I’ll take that compliment,” Setsuna split her arm away causing Miruko to lose her grip. “But don’t touch me,”

“Yeah that’s fair,” Rumi smiled as her ears twitched. “We have a Trigger villain,”

Setsuna flicked down her visor. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Grabbing onto Rumi’s hand Setsuna began to make her go to her hand as Rumi jumped over the buildings of Mustafu. S etsuna’s mouth began to water at the thought of Trigger. Those bastards always had a vial or two and she was going to get it.

For healing purposes of course. Setsuna laughed in her head. Always for healing purposes.

A minute later both Setsuna and Rumi were standing in front of one with what seemed to be a dragon-type quirk.

“If you're half as good as Ryuuku you actually have a chance of surviving!” Rumi tensed her legs and ran at the villain. “You damn goanna!”

Setsuna donned her now stolen brass knuckles as she split off and around the villain. The first thing she did was split off and go around the villain on all sides to distract it as Miruko kept it at the front.

Looking at the torn-up clothes Setsuna was quickly hit by a small pebble by Miruko, who's eyes were aiming a the Dragons head. Nodding Setsuna started with her plan.

Reforming over the villains head Setsuna used her brass knuckles and immeaditly knocked on its skull.

As she did Setsuna floated and reformed right over the villain’s head immediately knocking on its skull. After looking up and trying to bite Setsuna she quickly scattered again allowing Rumi to immediately scream and attack underneath his chin.

Before the villain could look back down Miruko’s fist collided with them chin knocking them out cold

“TAKE THAT!” Miruko yelled as she looked around for the firefighters to arrive. "About time,"

Setsuna on the other hand quickly reattached her hand and slid something very personal into her pocket, before quickly escaping onto a rooftop again. After escaping the sights of the first responders she ducked down and took off her helmet.

Placing it right next to her Setsuna removed her biker jacket to cool off from the flames' heat. After noticing that her hands had a little burn from being too close for too long she immediately had a sudden urge to remove it.

Setsuna rummaged through the pocket again and brought out a red vial that was most likely filled with Trigger. It had a little brand on it reading Redeye and looking at the product, it was supposed to be administered that way.

It was also good that it was already in a device to administer it.

Very slowly Setsuna put the new trigger up to her eye and clicked the button. Very suddenly a thin mist of Redeye quickly made its way into her eye. Unknown to the sensation Setsuna began to blink very quickly to try and get the drops out, but quickly stopped after realizing it could show that she had been using Trigger.

After taking a few deep breaths Setsuna looked up to the night sky and began to feel the effects of the enhancer take place.

She began to shiver due to her lowering body temperature as she felt her quirk enhance her lizard traits. The next thing was the faint hot pain in her hand began to heal quickly until it just looked normal.

Her teeth became sharper as Setsuna also began to feel her skin change to a more rough texture. After putting back on her jacket Setsuna placed the mechanism back on her other eye and enjoyed another high.

After shuddering and letting out a sigh of satisfaction, it was at that time Setuna also heard some footsteps and her jacket with redeye before putting the device away. Getting up she saw Rumi drinking from some bottled water, throwing Setsuna some as well.

Almost missing and juggling the bottle, Setsuna took off her helmet again and began to take short sips from the cooled beverage.

“First time?”
Setsuna spit out her water. “Don’t say it like that!”

Rumi smiled. “Heat exhaustion is a bitch. Luckily firefighters know that and always give me some bottles,”

“Yeah,” Setsuna took a sip. “Definitely. I was able to get a new variant before the villains destroyed it,” Setsuna took out the device, knowing Rumi would start asking questions.

Rumi walked over and stanched it away from her. “What the f*ck is this?”

“Its name is Redeye,” She said. “Says on the label, based on the name you shoot it in your eye.” sh*t, she can smell it on me. “I-i pressed the trigger and I got some on my clothes,”

Rumi went even closer and took in a big whiff of Setsuna. “Damn, that smells like sh*t. You wonder how villains use it,”

Setsuna checked her digital watch that was on the inside of her wrist. “I gotta bounce,”

“Aww, but I just saw you again... Can't we just finish our patrol?”

“Yeah but you can have a first aid ambulance patch you right up, I don’t have that liberty and I need to take a break and heal some burns,” A half lie. “See you later, Miruko,"

Rumi scoffed. “Fine, whatever, get out of here before I change my mind and arrest you,”

Setsuna just scoffed. “Thanks,” And just like that Setsuna again fell into the night.

<--->

“And just like that… it’s all according to plan,” Odin smiled as he put the final nail in the coffin. “Now… If all goes well, I believe,” He sent an email based on an anonymous report towards the local police station, showing Fraction partially taking off her helmet.

The only thing that was saving Setsuna from jail was the blurred quality and the mascara she had on.

“You’re smart. To smart to your own good. I’ve seen your type before and know exactly how to get you to my side,” The man smiled. "Setsuna Tokage, the vigilante with a vendetta,"

Chapter 13: Side effects

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As Setsuna shifted out from sleep a burning sensation filled her eyes.

Every second made the feeling worse, so much so that in an instant it was unbearable, almost as if someone was stabbing her eyes.

She muffled her screaming before rushing to her bathroom and rubbing cold water onto them, which surprisingly caused the pain to mellow out a bit. And after blinking a few times the original pain had subsided which left Setsuna looking at herself in the mirror.

Every single vein in her sclera was completely inflamed, almost as if she had pepper spray right in her eyes. It was so bad that the veins underneath her eyes were also visible.

“W-what the f*ck…” She backed away a little. “ Oh no ,” After realizing how visible they were around two meters away Setsuna began to panic. “No no no no no,”

She rummaged around for some eyedrops she knew she bought and placed a few in her eyes, but the effects were not immediate. Setsuna rushed to her phone and opened it open, searching immediately for any sort of solution she could make at home.

“Cucumber slices, yeah I’m a teenager I can get away with that…” Setsuna remembered chopping up for dinner with her aunt yesterday. “She shouldn’t be up for an hour, Hope that's enough time to stop this swelling,”

After quickly slicing up some cucumbers for her eyes Setsuna turned on the air conditioner in the common room and quickly laid down before putting the vegetable on. By that moment she began to fall asleep.

<--->

“Oi,” The tone of voice made Setsuna wake up, well that or a book’s rim was quickly dropped on her forehead. “Get up,”

After falling off the couch and the cucumbers dropped from her eyes, Setsuna just glared at Imori who was standing in front of her.

“Has it already been an hour?”

“Yes it has, are you alright?” Setsuna opened her eyes fully, showing Imori her inflamed eyes. “Damn, you look like sh*t,”

“You think?” She snarked.

“Watch it. It’s so obvious you searched for ways to reduce the swelling. If you don’t want bloodshot eyes, get some sunlight once in a while, and use cold spoons instead. Just makes it easier,”

Setsuna raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

“Oh most definitely,” It was then that Imori began to head to the kitchen. “You’ve cooked enough for me, I reckon I should actually act like a parent,”

“But-”

“Look if your eyes are like that you probably had something to cry about,” She replied. “How about you just go and shower, no offence but you stink,” Setsuna then heard Imori begin to hum, as she realized that she actually hadn’t changed her clothes from last night.

And what she had accidentally done last night to her clothes.

‘sh*t REDEYE!’

Setsuna ran back to her room again and quickly removed her clothes and headed into the shower to rinse herself, enjoying the nice warm water. After changing, drying her hair and getting changed, she took her laundry and dumped it into the washer, decontaminating herself from any sort of residue that was not her eyes.

‘Why the f*ck do I always have to heal afterwards?’ She thought as Setsuna headed to the kitchen. ‘Probably because I do not want to pluck my eyes out that's why

As she did, the sweet scent of sugar, berries, butter and humming all filled the air.

“WHO CAN TAKE A SUNRISE?” Imori roared in broken English. “SPRINKLE IT IN DEEEEEEW!” She took the cheap chocolate sauce and threw a load of it onto her food. “Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two…” Imori threw the open chocolate bottle towards Setsuna who instinctively caught it. “THE CANDYMAN CAN!” She smiled.

Looking at the sauce Setsuna just whispered. “What the f*ck,”

“Oh relax!” At that moment Imori had grabbed the whipped cream and held it for ten seconds over her pancakes. “I know you broke up with your boyfriend or something and you’re sad. When that happened I just sang that and made what I like to call a walking sugar crash,”

Setsuna began to splutter. “B-boyfriend w-what the f-fu-ueeee?”

“Or girlfriend, I don't really care how you swing, may it be like a monkey or Spider-Man. But tell me who was the charmer that drove a steak in your heart?"

‘I forgot Imori was a Gyaru’ Setsuna looked away and tried her best to blush. “H-he was cute. I-i thought he loved me but instead, his actual girlfriend found out and told me and… and,”

“You were a squeeze huh?” A small nod. “Damn that's sh*t luck…” Imori finally handed her Niece’s plate towards her. “C’mon, it's Saturday. Now we’re going to watch some sort of ancient girls' comedy and forget all about him,” Imori walked out of the room and Setsuna just looked confused.

“W-what?”

“It's girlsday,” Imori did not elaborate.

<--->

“What on earth?”

“Oh hush!” Imori laughed. “Tell me you enjoyed it!”

“That movie is almost two centuries old!”

“Hey, just be grateful the best aunt in the world is now taking your clothes shopping,”

“And why are we doing this again?”

Imori sighed “When I was your age me and my friends always did this when one of us broke up and it was so fun ! It first went to the sugar crash, those pancakes, then it went to watch some pre quirk high school gal movie, then we went clothes shopping and then we had some sort of bubble tea and then we went back and basically had a sleepover…”

“Can I not do the sleepover part?”

“Oh most definitely, even then I have a date tonight,”

“A date?”

“I bumped him on the street yesterday, he offered me dinner so that's why I wasn’t hungry yesterday, we’re going out again tonight,” She drooled.

“What does he look like?”

“Hot, extremely hot, the whole damn package,”

“I’ll take your word for it,” She huffed before looking out the window. “Did you seriously just take me to Kiyashi shopping mall which is halfway across the city?”

“Yes… yes, I did,” Imori’s grin turned to sh*t-eating, just like Setsuna’s other significant female role model in her life. “Now how about we go shopping?”

<--->

“I feel like you just came here for yourself,” Setsuna sipped on her large Aloe Vera tea.

“Hmmm, what makes you say that?”

“Because you're practically made me carry around all of your bags,”

“Yeah, but your entire wardrobe is all plain and boring. You're in a hospital for years and the moment you are finally out fully you become an emo?”

“I have one spiked jacket,” She hugged. “Keyword: ONE!”

“Fine fine…” Imori looked over in her distance. “Say, to keep with your awful tase in style? You want to do something with your hair?”

Setsuna followed her aunt's eyes over to a hair and nail salon and stopped sipping her bubble tea and saw a hair salon. “Well, I may as well live a little I guess,”

<--->

“Black? Really?”

“You want a bright fluorescent pink niece running around the neighbourhood?”

“No, no, just a little surprised that’s all,”

<--->

An hour later the two Tokages had entirely had their hair changed.

Due to Imori’s job of being a lawyer, she didn’t have as much freedom but just decided to take an inch and a half off and have some keratin treatment as a treat. She had also decided to get her fingernails planted the same green as her hair.

Setsuna did get a little bit off, around an inch and a half like her aunt and put it through the curler. What also changes is that instead of her natural dark green hair was now replaced with dark hair.

As for her nails, she just got a nice gloss and manicure.

It was a little confronting when the nice lady commented on her calluses but Setsuna was able to get away with a Gym Membership she used with her aunt's allowance... Which she did buy and go sometimes if she felt like it, which wasn’t often as she got most of her exercise at night.

Now the two of them had exited an underwear store. And the moment that occurred all of Setsuna's luck vanished as she After getting away as the two began walking to pick up some better underwear when Setsuna’s luck soon turned to zero.

Imori winced a little and smiled. “Is that?...” She took a few steps forward. “No f*cking way… Yamada!”

All of a sudden a man with long blonde hair and glasses turned around and turned to her. After seeing her aunt his face turned to a smile as he yelled back.

“Kyuuku!” The man opened his arms and embraced Imori with a hug.

After staying for a second Imori broke the hug. “It’s so good to see you again,”

“Yeah! What's been eight years?”

She laughed. “Yeah, that’s about right I think, man I haven’t seen you since,” The two of them stated. “Our first actual court case,"

It was then that Imori turned around and rested on the mystery man's shoulder. “Setsuna this is Hizashi Yamada, Yamada this is my niece Setsuna Tokage,”

“Nice to meet you, little listener!”

‘Little listener but that would mean he’s’ “Present Mic?”
He chuckled. “Oh you’re smart yeah I’m Present Mic,” He rubbed his head. “Please don’t yell i’m just trying to enjoy some time off with my family,”

“Family?” She looked back and her eyes widened. ‘No. nononononononono’

“Well… You see your aunt is quite a smart gal, she was accelerated by a year… And well I’ve known your aunt since elementary school… We tried to hit it off a few times but then,”

“I was so bad at being a girl he decided to become interested in guys,” By that time she turned around. “Now mind if you introduce me to your,” She chose her words carefully. “Dashing husband?”

“It’s fine I also know he looks like he’s about to die,”

“Zashi,” The tired man grumbled.

“This is my hubby Shouta Aizawa,” Hizashi then put his hand on a tuft of violet hair that Setsuna didn’t recognize. “And this is my soon-to-be adopted son Hitoshi Yamada-Aizawa,”

The tired violet teenager quickly removed his hair. “I’m still keeping my last name. Don’t put stuff in my mouth,” Hitoshi finally made eye contact with Setsuna and then with Imori. “Deja vu,”

“Yeah I got that a lot,” Imori shoved Setsuna right next to her before getting her phone. “Do I still have it?” Imori quickly took out her phone and quickly found a photo. “Oh, would you look at us,”

Imori showed Hizashi’s husband and Hitoshi a photo of her in middle school holding Hizashi in a headlock.

“Never have I ever seen you in such a vulnerable position,”

“Then YOU must’ve forgotten about last night,”

Imori burst into laughter, Setsuna spat out some tea she was drinking and Hitoshi just looked down and blushed a little.

“You're still as funny as ever…” She looked at Setsuna. “Say I’m about to die from the Sugar Crash and it’s around lunch… you wanna grab a bite?”

“I mean I would love to but-,” Hizashi was quickly cut off by a sudden hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, I can take care of your Niece and Hitoshi for the next hour. We were just getting him a new phone, she can tag along. After all, you look sane enough unlike some of your friends,” Hitoshi was going to snark but decided not to. "Go and catch up with Kyuuka Hizashi, we'll carry your stuff and meet at the food court, is that good?"

“I think that works," Hizashi quickly handed his bags over to Hizashi and Imori and him quickly left in an instant.

Shouta just sighed as he turned to Setsuna. “Hitoshi you go on ahead, I need to have a little talk with Yamada’s ex’s niece,”

The purple boy groaned as began to hand his adoptive father his bags. “You can also take these as well,” When he began to head off he looked Setsuna in the eyes. “So you’re the problem child of the night huh? Hope I’ll see you later,”

As Hitoshi began to walk away free as a bird, Shouta just stared at Setuna and activated is quirk.

“What are the chances I've found you as a civilian… Fraction,” A Cheshire grin from Shouta filled his face.

Chapter 14: The talk

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Shouta tried his best to not abuse his hero licence, but he did it today as he flashed the break room security guards to get out for five minutes. Quickly locking the door and double-checking to make sure that there were no cameras showing Setsuna’s face he sighed and looked at her for a moment.

“H-hi?” She said.

“You are so lucky that I’m in civilian clothing, otherwise I’d just wrap you up right here and drag you to the police station,”

“Luckily you are,” Setsuna stopped as Shouta pulled out a flip phone, with the number for the police. “I see,”
Shouta sighed. “Now I have to ask are you blatantly suicidal?”

“Last time I checked no… why?”

“The reason I ask is that you is that you alone have somehow flooded the police database with all of these different variants of Trigger,”

“I’m flattered,”

“You shouldn't be, as these all have differing effects and quirks, all supercharged as well, I’m surprised you aren’t dead yet,” Shouta sighed. “And it’s also worse now because now I have a relationship with you outside of hero work… Being a relative of my husband's friend so now I can’t take you down,” Shouta grunted.

“How lucky,”

“It gets even worse considering Miruko wants to put you down in the recommended exams,”

“Wait what?”

“You heard me. One of the better students had to destroy a robot in order for her to agree to it. From what I heard she wanted to fight him as well, but the kids quirk caused him to pass out,”

“I’m… I'm actually surprised, believe me. Miruko’s just been looking out for me I didn’t actually expect her to”

“Connect to a rebellious teen and decide to give her the chances she didn’t have at your age?”

“...Yeah that’s about it,”

“I’m too tired for this. I’ve taken some more notice of your arrests more recently. From just tying them up there have been more accounts of excessive force and stolen goods. Specifically some very good quality knuckle dusters,”

“...”

“Not only that but Miruko also said that you accidentally used Trigger on yourself,”

‘sh*t’ “I pressed the wrong button and it squirted a little into my eye,” It wasn’t wrong, she was just trying to get the vial, not activate it.

“I see. Look kid, now that I know who you actually are I need to update this or something. But what changes when you have Trigger?”

“It boosts my healing factor,”

“Healing factor?”

Setsuna nodded. “You can just search up my quirk. Anyways basically I have the regenerative abilities of a reptile, that does include growing limbs again. I also felt really cold as the Trigger also boosted my cold-bloodedness as well,”

“What kind of reptile are you?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I can search up your quirk, yes but I would also like to determine what kind of reptile you are,”

“Well, I’ve certainly not a Komodo Dragon, too large teeth. That and I was bitten by one before,”

“What?”

“Ask Miruko I threw pocket sand in her face, probably why she never brought up our first meeting,”

“Of course, you the pocket saint to the number seven Heroes, faced and tried to escape,” Shouta sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do. And I know that you're not going to stop soon. But I was hoping you could find out what this reptile species of yours is as soon as possible. If your aunts are strapped for cash I’ll badger my husband to pay instead,”

“I don’t know what to say. You’ve found a vigilante and you’re just letting her go?”

“It isn’t the first time I’ve turned a blind eye to someone. As underground heroes do prefer to work with them as long as they don’t go down the route to villainy. You’re beginning to tip towards the wrong end with your violence… So you better check that out as well,”

“Yeah. I’ve been a bit agitated lately,” She chuckled.

“Not only that but due to you being active for a few months you’ve become careless with your identity,”

“Wait what?”

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but some security footage has come up of you taking off your mask. If it wasn’t for the lighting they would’ve identified you. It be best to invest in some high-quality contacts, especially as you have also changed your hair colour if your aunts is natural,"

“I’ll be more careful next time,”

“More careful doesn’t cut it. Not everyone is like me. Some underground heroes will not think a second thought of a vigilante turning into a villain and unmasking you right in the middle of a street. I’m telling you this and telling you now Tokage, don’t waste my kindness,” At that point the door to the staff-only office opened and a belligerent mall cop walked in.

“Um… Your five minutes are up,”

“Sorry officer, I had to have a personal talk with someone on a case. Thank you for your hospitality,”

“No it’s fine, it’s alwa ys good to stretch your legs anyways,” The guard laughed. “Take care,”

Shouta walked with Setsuna and Setsuna followed, not knowing what would happen next.

“I believe the best colour for you would be hazel,” Setsuna looked up at the hero. “Take it from a professional,”

So Setsuna did.

<--->

“Ah my wonderful family!” Hizashi came bounding towards them with Imori as well. “So how is your new phone?”

“I can say it’s better than my last one,” He smiled. “I’ve even added Tokage to my list of contacts,”

‘Yep now I have both you and your dads numbers’ “Yeah we sorta hit it off as Aizawa just sorta decided to rest his eyes… and entire body,”

“Awww, now don’t you break her heart you hear?” Imori grabbed Hitoshi’s shoulder and detached her hand, causing the violet-haired boy to freak out, also causing Imori and Hizashi to burst into laughter.

Hitoshi just turned to Setsuna in horror as she removed her aunt's hand “Yeah, my quirk is similar to that,” She throws it back to Imori who twists it back on.

“I just hope I never see you use it like that,”

She smirked. “Yeah yeah. Well, it was nice meeting you Present Mic, Shinsou, Aizawa,” That's last name was stated with a little more anger. “I hope to see you later,”

“Take care, Imori Junior!” Hizashi yelled before turning to his family. “Did we all get what we wanted?”

“I believe so,” Shouta confirmed.

“Then let’s be off,” Hizashi smiled as the two families parted ways. “Hope to see you soon Imori!”

“Same here!” By then, the aunt had taken a few of her bags and was walking back home.

“So how was the rest of his family?”

“To be honest? I’m a little mixed about them,”

Chapter 15: Wild and Free

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The first thing Shouta did was slam open the door to Naomasa’s office.

“Well someone’s in a bad mood,”

“Yes, I’m in a very bad mood,”

“What did I miss?” Out of nowhere, Rumi appeared behind Shouta with half a carrot in her hands. “Something important?”

“Yes, very important as it's all about your little troublemaker,” Shouta walked up to the desk and slammed down a bunch of papers. “I found out who Fraction is,”

Rumi walked in and shut the door immediately, locking it. Naomsa made space on his desk as Shouta slammed down a large binder, opening it.

“Setsuna Tokage, 14 years old, homeschooled, child of Kanashimi Tokage and Hana Kyuuku. Birthday is October tenth and…” Shouta pulled up old medical documents. “Was put into a hospital due to unknown injuries, unknown injuries that were redacted by the hero commission,”

“The commission?” Rumi took the report. “Wait so Fraction was part of a coverup?”

Shouta rummaged through another paper. “She was saved by Tarmachia who in his report said that something again redacted by the hero commission was accidentally lodged inside of her, making her extremely ill. A few hours later he was found dead by a civilian, who labelled it as a suicide,”

“The autopsy results say otherwise,” Naomasa pulled up another sheet which he quickly handed to Rumi.

“Nothing says a suicide like shooting yourself point black with some sort of rifle, that wasn’t found… In an alley with his brains splattered against a wall,”

“It says this gun was ‘stolen’ before first responders arrived… Yep, that's a load of sh*t,” Rumi scowled. “Damn commission,”

“It gets worse, I found her mother as she fled the country not even a month before that happened. And then I found her father's financial records and place of residence. Employment records, everything. He bled himself dry and then some,”

That time the detective and rabbit both began to seep through the number of hospital bills, rent and a lot of other stuff that painted it.

“I checked with Recovery Girl about these health expenses, for something this bad it shouldn’t even be close. What I have found is a cover-up… That and that his dad was reported missing the day after the sports festival,”

Another paper trail. “His quirk was called SnakeSkin. Gave him a lizard-like appearance and basically allowed him to tear his skin off to get rid of any wounds below a certain point. But what’s worse is that I decided to look at that villain who had a lizard-like appearance that attacked the sports festival,”

“How close was your hunch?”

“Spot on,” Shouta showed a face of the Triggered up Instant Noumu’s autopsy report and compared it to Kanashimi’s driver's license. “Same facial structure, similar quirks, it all points to him,”

“Wait a moment, wasn't the villain filled with Trigger?”

“Instant villain trigger, you can see from the black tongue. And we all know how Fraction is with Trigger,”

The three adults immediately became silent as everything finally fell into place. The goal wasn’t to just get rid of Trigger, it was to find those that pushed Setsuna’s father to the limit. And because no one knew who made that kind, she would take out every trigger manufacturer in Japan for this goal.

“... Oh sh*t,”

<--->

“From what I see is that your quirk has evolved,” The doctor put a clipboard down.

“Evolved?” Imori said. “Evolve how?”

“You do know how quirks are getting stronger with every generation correct?”

“Yes,”

“Do you know her parents' quirks? Kyuuku? Tokage?”

“Dad's quirk was a mild lizard mutation that gave him healing powers and scales. Moms was basically her quirk,”

“I see,” the doctor turned her attention to the aunt. “Split off, correct?”

“Yep, I can detach any body part up to eight different parts and control them all,”

“So there is a mild telepathic aspect to your quirk is there not?”

“Yes there is for both of us, we can control them”

“Then her quirk has mutated from a mild control aspect to a very powerful telekinetic. Allowing them able to float,”

Imori then stared at Setsuna as her niece smiled back.

“Surprise?”

“I’ve been using my quirk to get drinks without having to move from the couch to get my drinks but you could just float over there?”

Setsuna detached both her hands and floated them around. “Surprise again?”

“Oh, you little-,”

The doctor coughed. “It also says here that you were wondering what species of reptile your quirk replicated correctly?”

“Um, yeah, it’s because your friends husband spoke to me about it and I was a little bit curious so,”

“Ms Kyuuku, further tests do need to be run. Would it be alright for Tokage to stay for a few hours?”

“Well she did want to update her profile so I supposed so. Is it alright if I leave her here?”

“As long as she consents that is fine… Tokage?”

“Yeah you can go,” Setsuna just shrugged. “Besides, don’t you have an important case today don’t you?”

“You're a good kid,” She ruffled her hair and got up. “Just give me a call when it’s all over okay?”

“Yep, that's fine,”

<--->

A few hours later Setsuna was surprised to be an answer.

“I’m an axolotl?”

“No, you only have the regenerative capabilities” The doctor explained. “It seems that the mutant part of your quirk is a mixture of different reptiles. Right now we have also concluded two other species as well that are a part of your genes,”

“Well? I’m part axolotl and also?”

“Marine iguana for one. Looking at your heart rate it was already low, but one of our doctors who can map out never found a very interesting mutation in your cardigan plexus. With enough practise you may be able to turn off your heart in emergencies,”

“I can turn off my heart? Can I also hold my breath for a long time… And survive without oxygen for a bit?” Explains why I was able to survive the gunshots then

“In theory and with enough practice yes. The other species we found in your quirk seems to be some a fire salamander,”

“Wait, aren't those poisonous?” ‘And yellow and black?’
“Yes it can cause paralysis and stops a person from breathing, but it only seems some of their components to be from your saliva and sweat, you’d have to ingest quite a lot of it for it to be considered deadly,”

‘Well I know what contacts I'm wearing now’ “Do we need to do some extra tests or?”

“There’s been no sort of harm already so I expect that it would be fine for now,”

Setsuna smiled. “Thank you so much, doctor,”

“One more thing as a warning. With that marine iguana mutation, I do not want you to try stopping your heart. If you want I can schedule an appointment at Mustafu General to allow a safer environment, although I wouldn’t recommend it… Considering how little that ability would be used… However I could recommend some breathing exercises to reduce your heart rate if you needed,”

“Thank you so much, doctor,”

He just smiled. “Anytime,”

<--->

Could I use my blood to paralyze someone? May as well try it out next time… Wonder if that would be affected by- No Bad Setsuna.

She got her mind off Trigger quickly as she walked back to her house, quickly looking at her phone once in a while just to double-check where she was.

But it all stopped when he heard a snicker from an alley she was just passing. It would have been normal, maybe she would keep an ear on it… see what was going on.

“Get off of me!” That voice sounded familiar. “GET OFF OF ME KERO!”

“Shut up you emotionless freak! Let’s just have our fun before we decide to kick your ass into oblivion!”

Tsu… Was that… Setsuna looked towards the alley to see a massive tongue flick out behind a dumpster and nailed one of the delinquents. Two others cut the tongue and caused the girl to cry out in pain before one punched her straight, knocking her down into the trash.

“Try that again and we’ll gut you like a fish mutant!”

Oh, that was it! Setsuna cracked her neck and hands before slowly walking into the alley. She rummaged through her pockets and pulled out her phone, dialling out the police and quickly talking to them.

“Mustafu police,”

“Yes Hi I’m a civilian and I am seeing an attempted rape in a back alley at the moment?”

“Please share your location and the nearest officer or hero will be notified,”

“Gotcha,” Setsuna quickly spouted the words barely even hearing the operator telling her stuff. Ending the call Setsuna began to walk towards the delinquents who numbered in Five.

All of them looked like normal ones, no mutant types, which probably meant easy pickings for her. Only one of them noticed her as she got closer… He scoffed and walked up towards her.

“Oh? Does someone else want some?” She did not expect the next thing to happen.

Setsuna grabbed onto his shirt and headbutted him in the nose immediately before letting him go for a moment. The next thing she did was kicked him straight in the gut sending him back.

Number one touched his nose and winced at the dripping mess. He pulled out a switchblade and ran towards her.

“YOU BITCH!,” He went to jab Setsuna and shoved his arm forward. Simply taking a step back causes Number One to lose his footing. Kicking him in the knee caused him to fall over onto his knees, to which she grabbed a tuft of hair and slammed number one into the wall.

“f*cking pathetic,” She looked forward. “Oh, finally some more fun!”

Number two and four came at her at the same time. She decked two in the jaw as four did the same to her. Setsuna wobbled back and felt her jaw and moved it around, feeling nothing broken. A sad*stic smile fell over her and she ran forward and jumped returning the favour.

She then moved out of two’s attack and grabbed his fist and flinger him over his arm. Five then put all of his force into Setsuna’s ears causing her to try and return the favour only to be met by Four biting her hand.

She tried to let it go but it seemed that Four’s quirk made his jaw very annoying. During this time two had recovered and knocked her on the back of her head.

Setsuna didn’t falter as she detached her harm from four and kicked two in the gut before using her position to hit four straight in the mouth.

Right as she did so she roundhouse kicked four right in the head before hitting him in the testicl*s.

Rumi was right! NutShots are fun! She did them again which finally let four go.

A fist met Setsuna’s cheek again and she was knocked over. Looking upwards she finally saw number five staring at her.

She noticed his fist raised which is when Setsuna rolled out of the way. A second later the place where he faced was a pile of rubble. Steam came out of Five’s hand when Setsuna tensed her right hand and flung a sh*t tonne of blood right into his eyes.

“AHH f*ck MY EYES!” As Five couldn’t see, Setsuna grabbed two tufts of hair and brought them down on her knee.

Once

Twice

Thrice

Stab

Stab?

Setsuna looked down and noticed the knife from one embedded in her abdomen. She loses her grip on Five and hits One straight in the jugular. She grabbed the back of his head and made him move towards a wall all while nailing his throat every time.

When she made her way to the end she gave a hit on the family jewels which caused one to give a wince of air before passing out.

Setsuna finally looked down at the embedded weapon. As much as her quirk stopped her from feeling too much pain it was still quite an uncomfortable feeling. She slowly wrapped her fingers around the switchblade and pulled.

She gave a huff of displeasure as she threw it to the side and saw no bleeding. But what she didn’t see was Three put her in a headlock.

The tallest of the bunch put Setsuna in a dangerous chokehold. He lifted Setsuna up in the air as he did so, causing the girl to start losing her field of vision.

If they had picked on anyone else other than Setsuna it would have worked. But Setsuna was Setsuna.

She disconnected both of her feet and put them down on the floor, quickly reconnecting which caused her entire body to be forced down, as well as Three as well. She used this sudden force to grab his forearms and lunged him over her body, causing three’s back to meet the floor.

Before he could get up Setsuna kicked him in the head before getting on top of him and began punching him consecutively.

“THAT'S!” CRACK. “WHAT!” CRACK! “YOU!” SPLASH! “GET!” Another one. “YOU PIECE OF sh*t RAPIST!”

Again and again, she kept going on number three, whose face was quite durable. By the time she was done her hand was worse than his face. Some sort of durability quirk thought of, but she didn’t think of for long as she heard someone behind her.

“FREEZE!” She stopped. “THIS IS THE POLICE! GET OFF AND PLACE YOUR HANDS ON THE GROUND!”

She looked up to see an officer holding a gun towards her. Very slowly Setsuna took her hands off and put them up. At that point, the officer had talked into his radio and Setsuna sighed.

“Listen, buddy, could I also have a bandage?” She pointed at her right arm. “For the record, this was after I started the fight,”

<--->

She groaned, why was this so boring?

It had been hours since Setsuna had done the right thing and beat the sh*t out of those delinquents. But it seems that she did a bit more damage that she thought.

One’s nose was broken, and he wouldn’t be singing for years to come.

Two had a dislocated and broken arm.

Third was a tough son of a bitch and just needed some stitches and a good night's sleep.

Four had some testicular trauma and was partially paralyzed as he drank some of her blood.

And Five’s face was caved in a little.

As much as that seemed bad she had good intentions at the start of it.

For starters, they were all attempting to rape a minor, the age of consent was eighteen ever since quirks became a thing! Too many quirk marriages at the start caused most governments to agree upon an age.

Two, it seemed that some had used their quirks to attack her… Which meant that they were also at fault.

Yeah Setsuna didn’t have anything else, thankful she had a great lawyer on speed dial if she needed to.

She took another deep breath hoping that the police would give her the phone she dropped. But instead, she was met with another, much nicer surprise.

A girl came out of the interrogation cell and bowed. Tsuyu Asui, it had been years since Setsuna had seen her once friend. She seemed even more timid than the last time she saw her back right before Junior High.

“Tsu!” Setsuna waved at her.

“Tokage? Kero,” She moved towards her and looked at her. “Your hair,”

“Yeah I know it's grown back,” She knocked on it a few times. “After I left turns out there was no brain cancer so yeah… grew it out,”

“It looks good on you kero…” She looked at the empty seat beside her. “Can I?”

“Sure…” Tsuyu sat down. “It’s not like I have anywhere to be…” She shook her hand that was inside of a handcuff attached to a bench. “You know those guys?”

“No kero. They just pounced on me and dragged me into that alley. Ever since that lizard attacked UA mutant haters have been much more violent kero,”

“I… I wouldn’t know. Sorry but I’ve been doing online school,” Damnit

“That is nice kero. Say… how did you… do all of that?”

“My quirk… my quirk mutated,” She dispatched her hand and slipped it out of the handcuffs. “Telekinesis,” She put it back. “And well… I have picked up some skills from… not so legal methods, ”

Tsuyu stared at her. “Vigilantism?”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“No not really, it's just with a face like mine and a history like yours It was easy to piece it together, kero,”
She groaned. “Are you going to?”

“Tokage-chan you saved me kero. I don’t know what those guys would do to me. And if you do that at night, I believe it would be best to keep quiet. As long as you are doing good,”

“Tsu you know you just admitted to an offence that can bar you from a hero course right?... You still want to be a hero right?”

“So kero? You saved me… and even though I don’t know you, you have probably saved others as well. Besides you deserve it kero. I know you’ve been in and out of the hospital for years, I’m just glad that you’re healthy again. Kero,”

Setsuna looked down and smiled . “Thanks, Tsu,”

<--->

The two quickly became fast friends again. It seemed that Tsuyu was visiting close family before she was pulled aside into the alley. The good thing about that was that Setsuna had seemed to walk across that alley during Tsu’s pleas.

Although they might not see each other again they still wished for their best endeavours for the future. At that point her aunt had come walking in with business attire, seeing the spitting image of her younger self chained up to a seat.

“I just won a court case against some fire damages… And I get a call from the voicemail saying that you were arrested!” She threw Setsuna some coffee milk. “Damn you kid, was at least for something good?”

“I think stopping a raping of a minor was good? Don’t you think Tsu?”

“I mean… I was the one so I think so Kero,” Tsuyu turned towards Imori. “Are you her mother?”

“No no, I’m her aunt… Our quirks affected our genes so we look very similar to each other,”

“I see…” Tsuyu got up. “I would like to talk more but I need to head back to my relatives after this. Telling them I’m staying the night… just in case of anything kero,”

“It was nice seeing you again Tsu,” Setsuna told the frog.

“Same to you,” She gave a small bow before she left.

“So… You saved someone from committing a felony?”

“Multiple people in fact… last time I counted was… five of them?”
Imori tensed her back muscles as she put her hands on her back and stretched. “This will be a breeze… I’ll settle this in two hours… but for now,” Imori took out a plastic bag from a local convenience store. “I brought dinner,”

Setsuna took the bag and looked inside of it. Inside there were Katsudon flavoured chips, a soft drink, and two separate sandwiches. There also was what seemed to be a desert of what seemed to be three slices of banana bread.

“Wow… that's a lot,”

“Of course, it’s a lot,” Imori rustled her niece's hair. “You stood up for those in need… Yeah, I’m pissed that it's illegal… But good job,” She took her hand off and clicked both her fingers, giving Setsuna a wink. “Just don’t do it again, okay?” As Imoiri walked off Setsuna opened up one of the sandwiches and took a bite out of it.

“Too late for that I guess,” She muttered.

<--->

Miruko was perched on a rooftop, overlooking the downtown district. Normally she wouldn’t patrol that area but the HPSC decided that she could catch a break once in a while especially since she arrested someone with ties to a larger trigger organization.

She sighed again as she was waiting for her one other hero friend to arrive. And as she thought that, the sound of flapping feathers and the soft landing of feet rang in her ears. Turning around she was greeted by Keigo Tamaki, better known as Hawks.

“What on earth did you come across?” He asked her.

“What’s it to you?”

“I had to search through HSPC files to find this,” He pulled out a pamphlet and handed it to her. “Turns out your little friend had a bigger history than you once thought,”

Rumi snatched the file and opened it, her eyes widened. “This is a cover-up,”

“A cover-up if I've ever seen one. Unethical experimentation, murder, all because they tried to make a kind of radiation that increases the potency of quirks,” He stated. “I actually remember that I was supposed to go under this, but it was cancelled before I could do it,”

“Something, something, death of Tarmachia, this all makes sense now,” Rumi scowled. “Damnit!”

“What’s wrong?” Keigo walked forward. “Is this something you can tell me or?”

Rumi turned to Keigo and signed. ‘Are you bugged?’ She stated in sign language.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I had a great dinner, it had some fried chicken in it!” a nod.

She signed again. ‘There's a vigilante that's called Fraction.``

“Oh yeah, I heard she’s pretty hot, maybe I should ask her out?”

‘She’s the kid in those files. And Her quirk was once telepathic, but now it’s telekinetic,’

‘sh*t’ Keigo sighed. “Yeah you’re right, she’s probably out of my league,”

Rumi grinned. “Aww c’mon, just ask her out for a while. Even a selfie and some fried chicken would be good for you,”

Keigo blushed. “Yeah thanks, I need to sleep on it. See ya Rumi!” Keigo soon floated and ran away

At that point, Rumi had sighed and rummaged towards her burner phone. She began to type as she sent a message to her ner grouchy coworker.

Miruko: Problem, the Hero Commission was behind Kits' backstory

Erasure: Damnit, we’re going to have to be careful from now on

Miruko: Yeah

Rumi would push Setsuna onto the right path, even if she had to beat the crap out of her to do it.

Chapter 16

Chapter Text

Setsuna quickly signed the package before closing the door and rushing to her room, slamming the door, holding a small brown box. Placing the box on her desk she quickly unwrapped it and took a look inside.

Her contact lenses had arrived in all of their glory. Very carefully she opened a small case, seeing two entire amber eyes staring back at her. T he rest of the package had a small bottle of disinfectant and a few spare lenses as well.

Now was the time to try them out. Setsuna took the moist lenses and headed to the bathroom. Placing them in she blinked a few times before looking right in the mirror.

Her fluorescent amber eyes shimmered in the light. After Checking that her eyes had adjusted Setsuna grabbed her phone and rummaged for any sort of old photo from her, seeing how different she was with amber eyes and black hair.

She already looked different enough, but by picking her hair up and applying some mascara no one would suspect a thing. Setsuna even thought of purchasing some fake teeth in order to cover them up, increasing the anonymity of her costume.

It was then that her phone buzzed and she picked it up. It was her normal phone, and since she only had two contacts it was weird. Picking it up, she was actually surprised to see that Hitoshi had called her.

What on earth? She answered. “Hey Shinsou,”

“Please tell me you are free right now?”

“I am… why?”

“Because I don’t feel like hanging around with extroverts today and I need a break,”

“Oh? Bold of you to think i’m not an extrovert?”

“You’re an introvert. You begrudgingly work with Miruko and Eraserhead, I know this because he mutters about you,”

“How sweet,” Setsuna said at the time. Usually, Imori would be home on weekends but she had a case today meaning that she wouldn’t be back. “Fine, I can hang out, where do you want to go?”

“Mornyan,”

“The cat cafe?”

“Yeah, it's great and I haven’t been there for a while,”

“...Fine, see you there,” She ended the call and put on her jacket. “Like I was doing anything anyways,”

<--->

“Yo!”

Hitoshi looked down a little and saw Setsuna. “Yo," He shoved a hand down in his pocket. "I didn’t actually believe you would show up,”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “I sorta developed an addiction to the place. My parents won’t allow me to go back to my brooding spot without supervision,”

“An addiction huh? What do you need to ween yourself off this place?” Like I could say anything

“Basically yeah, but coming back for the cats is always worth it though,”

“Whatever, it's not like it can be that good right?”

<--->

“f*ck it's that good,”

Setsuna and Hitoshi had rented out a private booth. And now Setsuna was covered head to toe in cats for some reason. After five minutes her eyes widened as she realized something.

“Why am I even like this? I have a lizard quirk! My body is supposed to be colder!”

“Stop yelling, it's disturbing Franchesica,” Hitoshi said as he stroked a Birman cat that was on his lap.

“Oh shut up, how can I even eat with seven cats on my body?”

“You don’t,”

Setsuna stood there for a moment. “Did you plan this?”

“Oh most definitely,” Hitoshi nodded. “After all I just had to get to know the infamous Problem Night Child,”

“Eraserhead calls me that?”

“Oh yes,” He snickered. “Like, you don’t believe the pain you are in his backside,”

She snorted. “He deserves it. I was going to say my vigilante name but then he just dubbed me ‘The Helmet’ which stuck until I met Miruko,”

“And here I thought she’d immediately kick your ass and take you in,”

“Yeah, turns out she’s a little more agreeable at night, y’know, where we prowl,”

He chuckled. “Any reason why she’s decided to go down there?”

“Hero commission problems, she loses day hours bla bla. They want her to comply but she doesn’t,” Setsuna said, as one of the cats walked on her face. “Hey, I’m wearing contacts here!”

“Our food should be here shortly, watch this the moment it's open they’ll allow you to get up,”

“Finally,” She groaned. “I’m hungry and my feet are asleep,”

The door to the private room finally opened and a maid came in with two plates. One was ketchup with Omurice, while the other was just ice cream and waffles.

“You’re food, thankmeow,” The maid then left.

Setsuna just looked at Hitoshi. “Did they really?”

“Yep,” He took a bite out of his waffles. “Damn, this is good,”

Setsuna did the same to her food. “Wow,”

“I know,”

“I mean I expected a cat cafe to,”

“Serve bad food due to the cats being the main attraction?”

“Yeah that's about right,” She took another bite. “Do you reckon they’d serve vigilantes?”

“They serve underground heroes,” Hitoshi pulled out his phone.

Setsuna’s eyes widened. “No,”

“Yep,” He showed Setsuna a picture of Shouta Aizawa laying down on the floor with Franchesica wrapping around his capture scarf. “And he says I don’t have a problem,”

“Speaking of which, how's your dad?”

“What? You didn’t see him last night?”

“I don’t go out every night, thank you very much.” She scoffed. “Despite my sleep schedule I sometimes want to be normal… and I need to heal as well,”

“Wait so you also do normal girl things other than beating the crap out of villains?”

“You got me there Shinsou,” She took another bite. “Ask your dad, they could probably arrest me any time,”

“Yeah that's the thing, why doesn’t he just arrest you?”

“Where do I start?” She said sarcastically. “The moment school begins I’ll have to stop vigilante,”

“So you could become a hero,”

“Yeah I guess, although I’m not sure if I actually want to,”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t want… I’ve known you for like a day and a half,”

“Ok… I won’t budge,” Hitoshi said. “Listen I have a proposition… It was a good idea in the middle of the night and I can’t just say it to my parents…,”

“What is it?”

“Well, I wanna be your guy in the chair,”

Setsuna blinked. “What?”

Hitoshi explained.“Well… Let’s just say that I know a lot of… online shenanigans going on… and well with your endeavour against Trigger… and all of these kids wanting real… power… You could also take down some lower thugs as well,” Hitoshi explained. “Clean up the streets entirely you know?”

“I… Do you think that I just do this for fun?”

“No, I don’t think that at all,”

“You sure? Cause this seems like a favour between friends,” Setsuna chewed on her fork a little.

“Listen if this seems to be forceful or whatnot I’m sorry it came out this way,” Hitoshi explained. “It’s just that… Three kids at my school have been arrested because of Trigger… and I know that they're going to be a few more and-”

Setsuna slammed her fork down and looked up. “Let me tell ya Hitoshi Shinsou, I don’t care and I’m not an errand boy… And I reckon that you just wanted me to clean up something so I could feel good… Well, I don’t… Every day I fight out of anger, and hatred for Trigger. I don’t have time to deal with street criminals,” She went towards the door. “See you around,”

<--->

“Thank you come again,”

Setsuna walked out of the cafe with a firm scowl on her face. So it was Aizawa’s entire plan to try and break her shell and get her out, but that seriously backfired. She walked towards the train station and was ready to punch every person she saw tonight to the ground.

No one could stop her. Not Shouta, Not Rumi, not Imori, no one would get in her way of revenge.

“Tokage!” She heard the annoying noise from behind.

Turning back she was greeted by Hitoshi running towards her.

“Wait!” He caught up and began to pant. “I’m sorry,”

“Sorry for what?”

“Pushing my boundaries… Look… The Sports festival,” Her eyes widened. “I was there… And...Can you just hear me out?"

She crossed her arms.“Perhaps,”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Look, I don’t know what to say but that day I made the first friends I’ve ever made after I got my quirk. I could’ve done that anyways not for the villain attack but it doesn’t matter,”

“So what? Did hundreds have to die so you could get friends? Is that it?”

“What? No! I’m just saying that I’ve pushed my boundaries and I’m sorry. I never actually realized what you are doing,”

She looked towards the road. “I’m not taking any apologies right now,”

“That's fine, you don’t have to. Just… let me help you,”

“How?"

“I don’t know what I can do. But what I do know is that you're trying to get rid of Trigger, it won’t work,”

“So what are you saying?”

“Look, I get around a lot. Forums, social media, I can be your ears,”

“I already have enough ears,” She split them off and wiggled them. “What do you have?”

“Trust and contacts, not so legal ones as well. Others with villains quirks weren’t so lucky and I can exploit that, at least let me try,”

She thought for a moment about what he was asking.

“So you want to be my guy in the chair?”

“...Being an insomniac is getting a little boring when you’ve gotten used to friends,”

“I’ll think about it,” She turned around and began walking. “Maybe I’ll hear from you soon. Later,”

Hitoshi began to breathe normally, realizing he was able to stop the situation from escalating. “Yeah, later,”

Chapter 17: Confidence is key

Chapter Text

“Do… A deer… A female deer… Ray a drop of golden suuuun!” Surprisingly Odin’s current host was actually quite good with singing, and with his quirks, it made it much easier for an impersonation. “Now…” He listened to the audio file. “Now… Now we can start,” Blinking it he activated his quirk. “Let the plan commence,”

<--->

Fraction’s burner phone was ringing like church bells on Sunday for whatever reason. And this was just after she just finished with the police report. Picking it up she quickly answered it.
“Who is this?”

“Shinsou,”

She turned her head to focus more on the phone. “How on earth have you found something so fast?”

She could practically hear the smile. “Seven hours and some connections,”

“Alright then. What do you have?” Setsuna pulled herself towards a rooftop. “I have two hours left and then i’m already beat,”

“Well, I found a good lead for someone making some shoddy Trigger,”

She immediately stopped running. “You sure?”

“Perfectly positive, this isn’t a good one just someone trying to get by,”

“A lead is a lead anyways. Where can I find this mystery man?”

“They call him Captain Caliente, he puts some sort of… What is it? I don’t know but he makes it spicy somehow… You ingest it and-”

“I don’t know the entire ordeal, so where can I find him?”

“That drugstore near Naboru train station,”

“What? Like the cute cashier that gives me painkillers after my shift end? That drugstore?”

“I didn’t know that information but I believe that's the place.” He sighed. “I was able to find his address through some very annoying firewalls,”

“Wait? Isn’t that basically hacking?”

“Basically yeah…” A little bit of silence. “What? Like you are going to judge me when you are beating the sh*t out of Trigger users every night?”

“I’ll judge who I want to judge thank you very much,”

“Damn your annoying, whatever I've sent you the address, tell me how it goes,”

“Will do… Hey Shinsou?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Setsuna turned off her phone and looked at her battery, wondering if she would be able to text him afterwards. “It’s not like he’d be mad right?”

<--->

Just another batch and he’d be back at square one. Just one more pint of trigger and he would leave him alone for the rest of the month.

Ever since Fraction had appeared in Naboru and the neighboring prefectures it had been all downhill. All of his regular dealers had been beaten and even more of his customers had been arrested or put into rehab. Like, seriously it was so annoying.

The bubbling of one of his ingredients almost tipped him over the breaking point, but it wasn’t enough. Because if he didn’t pay him back tomorrow then he would be a dead man any way.

<--->

Setsuna checked the address again right as her burner ran out. Looking at the roads and the number of the doors, this seemed to be the right place. And from the outside it just seemed to be a totally normal household.

And despite that this dealer was ‘small’, he was still a dealer nonetheless.

Setsuna jumped up onto the rooftop of the apartment complex and detached an eyeball which quickly floated down and into the letter opener. Setting a timer for three minutes, it gave Setsuna enough time for her eye to race back into her head.

The living room was only filled with empty food containers, with the stench causing her eye to start to water, which was extremely annoying for her as she forced herself to continue onwards.

The kitchen was filled with dirty plates and some more spice, not surprising. But there was nothing there that could indicate anything out of the ordinary for a shut in.

After she realized that, Setsuna's timer went off and she rushed her eyeball back through the door opening and right inter her eye. Breathing a little bit quicker to oxygenate her eyeball, Setsuna took to walking over to the ventilation system and forcing the grate off, looking inside.

This time, Setsuna split off many more parts as they quickly went through and found the correct space. After splitting off, Setsuna quietly opened the door to the house. With some mental acrobatics, Setsuna quickly entered the house, going much further in as she closed her visor.

But even with the stringing of the spices gone, there left one thing that was very familiar to her.

Trigger.

She began to follow it towards the end of the hall, into the bathroom. Quickly opening the door slightly, she winced in as her eyes widened.

It turns out Hitoshi was right, this was a Trigger creator. But before she could even think about rummaging for a hit, a knife suddenly came down on her and cut two of her fingers off.

“Damnit,” She swore at the loss of her digits before she dodged another swing from the bal.

Setting up a kick, she forced it into the mans abdomen and pushed him back with so much force that it broke down the door. As she heard the groaning, Setsuna walked over and knocked the man out, leaving him there out to dry.

Very quickly picking up her fingers and knocking over whatever flask filled with liquid over it. Setsuna took a quick look for any Trigger and found nothing else. She groaned at the thought at using some regular Trigger again, but it couldn’t wait.

Dragging the captain out of his home, Setsuna called the police again for the third time tonight. But before she left, she heard the captin groan and look at her.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” He looked at Setsuna.

“No… And I don’t care,” Fraction then jumped away from the complex into the night, never knowing the the police didn’t get retrieve him, only a corpse. In fact, later that night there was a sudden fire that burned the entire place.

All because Odin was not paid.

<--->

“Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” The mystery man turned around and cuddled a little more. “Of couse not Imori, why would it be?”

“You space out sometimes,” She explained.

“Yeah, sorry my quirks does that sorry,” He gave a chuckle.

“No need,” She planted a kiss on her boyfriends cheek. “Its the only bad thing about you,”

He smiled. “I’d love you to here you to say that again,”

“It is!” She laughed. “Oh… Round two?”

Minato laughed “Of course!”

<--->

Meanwhile, on Setsuna’s nightstand her regular phone buzzed awake, when no one was home.

Shinsou: Hey sorry it took a while but I think I found someone who’s willing to talk. Hit me up for some more details

A moment later the home screen quickly glitched from Setsuna phone and the notification and any form of it being sent disappeared. Almost as if though a text was never sent in the first place.

Chapter 18: Beggining of the End

Chapter Text

“Kit!” Miruko jumped to the opposite wall and propelled herself towards the rooftops. “You need to stop running!”

It had been six months since Miruko had burst onto the scene as a nighttime hero, and because of her, the rate of crime at night had decreased exponentially. Well, she and one other person which she was currently chasing.
Fraction, Triggers bane as well as the police. With her costume and skills quickly getting better by the day by the time Miruko wanted to take her in she actually seemed to not want to corporate.

'And here I thought you’d bring her back'The echoing thought lingered in Miruko’s mind as she chased Setsuna across rooftops, fire escapes, alleyways and everything else in between, all while trying not to throw up because of the trail she was leaving.

After the lizard and mouse chase lasted for what seemed to be hours, Rumi was extremely close to just deciding to try and main her student and offering her a hospital bed. After all Lizard Tail Splitter did have a regenerative part of it.

A very loud slam off a three-story building into an alleyway in between caused a sudden gust of wind which stopped the vigilante in her tracks and look over. Miruko took a few good deep breaths before she yelled.

“Games up Setsuna! We need to have a chat!”

Fraction looked at Miruko for a moment as she glared back. Very slowly the vigilante moved her hands up to the motorcycle helmet and very slowly removed it. Miruko’s eyes went wide as she saw the vigilante's arm go numb and drop the helmet.

Showing the hollow shell that she now was.

Her eye bags were completely black, as her eyes were completely red from veins. Her hair was loose and shrivelled. Meanwhile, any sort of fat or muscle was stipped from her skin, leaving her hollow and looking dead.

“Ru...Mi...Miruko,” Setsuna whispered before she fell unconscious.

Rumi skidded to catch Setsuna before she fell over, looking at the face.

She’s been doing this for months?! The rabbit hero felt over Setsuna’s face for a moment sh*t this is bad She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed for Shouta.

“Rumi what is it?”

“I’ve got Setsuna! She’s in bad shape and I can’t take her to a hospital cause she’ll be arrested and-,”

“Head to the closest underground agency, we can sort it from there,”

“Right!” She ended the call and picked up Setsuna over the should before she jumped onto the roof and started to run. “Seriously Kit what happened to you?”

<--->

This is what happened to her.

<--->

“That's the fifth dealer this week!”

“Which means that we can move on to the next prefecture,” Setsuna split into multiple pieces and flew into the sky, quickly reforming across the block. “We’ve basically cleared an entire prefecture… they’ll come back but for now we need to make them believe that theirs no danger,”

“You could say that again” Hitoshi rung into Setsuna’s black market comm. “I think I have a lead closer to your home,”

“Really? Well, what is it?”

“An underground fighting ring for illegal betting quirks… Near the docks”

“I don’t live near the sea I’m more inland. And why should I even care about that?” Setsuna jumped over the bullet train station and popped an eye out to look at the schedule. “What does this have to do with Trigger?”

“The Shie Hassaki, do you know them?”

“Shie Hassaki Shie Hassaki… No, I don’t think I have,”

“It was a Yakuza group,”

“YAKUZA?!” She looked around at the empty station to make sure no one heard her, still scared she turned down her voice and crouched down. “Aren’t they like that? Dead?”

“Basically, but they are in the shadows, a shell of their former selves. If you haven’t noticed organized crime has become less honor and more quirk related,”

“Yep, more powerful quirks made them less loyal, what of it?”

“This guy, Kai Chissaki will be there, he’s looking for this one guy I’ve heard, don’t know who but he’s a usual fighter in the ring,”

“He makes a trigger?”

“Rumours have it he’s making the best stuff in the entire world somehow,” Hitoshi explained. “It may actually be out of my pay grade,”

“What do you mean ‘out of my pay grade’ Trigger is trigger,”

“Yes, but this is the purest stuff which means it has the best effects, the biggest pros with the smallest cons,”

“How on earth do you know that?” It was silent for a moment.

“CCTV footage,” Hitoshi said. “You have a hero adopting you and it's so easy,”

Setsuna stopped for a moment. “Don’t you mean heroes? With an S at the end?”

“Yeah sorry that's what I meant, it's in Mustafu so I’ll send you a location, but getting in will be a whole other bag of worms,”

“Shinsou I can literally s plit myself off to fit into an air vent, what on earth are you talking about?”

“Hey if they find your body it's not my fault,”

“You’re right, you just lead it to my death,” By that point a bullet train arrived. “Hold on, my rides here,” A bullet train heading to Mustafu rolled into the station. “I’ll hear from you tomorrow,” The call ended from Hitoshi’s side right as Setsuna split herself and appeared next to a ladder that this model had.

At least today she didn’t have to sit underneath the train.

<--->

Setsuna walked over to the location sent by Hitoshi, checking the address multiple times to make sure that this was the right storage facility. Hitoshi’s intel said the entrance would be somewhere around here, so Setsuna very quietly snuck from the roof into the warehouse and jumped down into the abandoned site.

A very loud thud echoed through the warehouse, which Setusna could clearly see was filled from head to toe with massive freight containers.

Now if I was a secret entrance where would I be? She stood up and dropped down to the floor, beginning to sneak around to try and find any open storage unit, but to no avail. A sudden opening of the doors made her immediately send a hand onto the roof for the rest of her to follow.

“This the place?” She heard a voice say.

“Yeah, c’mon which one was the secret entrance? Teal freit with marking 22567,”

Just my luck Setsuna dropped down and followed the two goons towards the single storage unit.

“This one,” pulling on the massive door it just opened. “Huh, I expected a more flashy entrance,”

“So did I,” Setsuna finally spoke with neither of her arms attached. The two goons looked behind and their eyes immediately widened. “Hello boys,” Their two heads were smashed together. “Wonder if they’ll let me in,”

<--->

Testudo Noriaki was having a very lax night. Being the receptionist/ arms holder was a very simple job, see if they have an appointment, and get everyone to leave weapons that were not quirks with them.

So when they heard a commotion in the entrance, they were ready to activate their quirk. But it quickly stopped, as footsteps replaced the commotion, making it abundantly clear who was the cause of the sudden sound.

Fraction, the infamous vigilante that went after Trigger users walked down the stairs. Tetsudo immediately opened their eyes, ready to activate, but the floating arms holding two individuals soon floated towards the desk.

The vigilante threw the goons on the ground, with one of them Tetsudo noticing that that one was for a match in seventeen minutes' time. His stage name was Mysterio, and despite his quirk of not using illusions, it kept everyone on edge every fight and was a fan favourite.

“sh*t…” Tetsudo blurted out.

“Yeah sorry about that,” Fraction said, with Testudo realizing the feminine voice with a slight modifier. “Was he a fighter?”

“Yeah he was , but now he’s knocked out completely, probably won’t wake up for a few hours,”

Fraction looked down and placed her hands on her hips. “How much sh*t am I in?”

“A lot… unless…”

“I’m all ears,” A sudden ear popped from her helmet.

“Funny… You want to try the ring?”

“Will I die?”

“We have compensation to make sure you won’t get killed, but that doesn’t make as much money as the more fun option,” Tetsudo snorted. “We call it the training wheels,”

Fraction stayed silent at the mention of the insulting name.“...How fast can you take this link out and put me in?” Fraction asked.

“Five minutes tops, but you’ll have to remove those brass knuckles,” The vigilante was stunned. “I have a weapon sense and control… Anything that I consider dangerous I know of and can control,” Tetsudo rolled up a sleeve, showing a variety of scars. “It takes a lot to find something new,”

“Fair,” As Setsuna rummaged through her jacket she looked back up. “Can I just leave my entire jacket here?”

“Give it here, we’ll give it back,”

Setsuna gave the receptionist her jacket, revealing just a sports bra underneath. “That enough?”

“We can give you a grey singlet if you want, free of charge,” Tetsudo smiled. “Unless you want to fight topless, which may or may not make you a billionaire if you did,”

“Give,” Tetsuo did. “So do I just?”

“Right side is behind the curtains, and left is the audience area, you go right now,”

“Kay,” Fraction did as they immediately turned right. “Thanks for this,”

“No problem. IT'S BEEN A SLOW NIGHT!” Tetsudo yelled out as they saw Fraction turn a corner. At this time Tetsudo quickly pulled out their phone and dialed up their superiors. “Change of plans, Mysterio has been knocked out, move the others forward by ten minutes, and in half an hour put up Mamaeran against… Fraction,”

Chapter 19: Brawl

Chapter Text

Setsuna knocked on the door at the end of the tunnel that the nice hunk of a receptionist told her to. She didn’t really care if this was dangerous, she needed to get to the bottom of this Yakuza fiasco, before it got out of hand. So delving deep into an illegal fighting ring felt like a good way to get started.

A little slide opened when two eyes appeared and looked at her. “You ain’t Mysterio,”

“Yeah, 'cause I knocked the f*cker out. That receptionist changed the thing if he said it,”

“They… They’re they,” The guard huffed before their eyes faltered. “And it seems you're telling the truth… After all that helmet of yours is infamous round here,”

“I’m flattered, and I’d be more flattered if this stupid door opened,”

The sound of a lock opened and the metal door creaking filled her ears. “Come in,”

Setsuna did, but was always on edge, not backing down at all. Just looking around it was clear that many of these were hardened fighters, all of which had a lot more experience. The visor around her eyes made it hard for everyone to grasp what the vigilante was feeling, all except fear.

“The man you k nocked out was a man from one of the main benefactors, a new one to pay off some debt,”

“sh*t… well I guess he’ll have to use a kidney, and I'm guessing that this benefactor is that there is a private room?”

The guard snorted as he threw Setsuna some keys. “Room 7, to the left, good luck explaining it to Giran,”

“Hey, thanks for the name,” Setsuna soon began to walk through the waiting area.

It was filled with a variety of quirks from what she could see, all of which would be hard to fight in her base form. Emitters, Mutants, maybe even some transformation types like herself, these were the entrees before the main events. She kept an eye on all of them, making sure that no one tried anything on her.

She turned right and looked at the different doors, counting them.

“One, Three, Five, Here we are,” She put the key in. “Seven,”

Setsuna fiddled with the handle before she opened it, seeing it completely decked out like it was somewhere backstage. It had a mirror, a small minifridge, a tv, a first aid kit, and a few chairs. One of which was being used by what Setsuna suspected to be her benefactor.

He had ashen hair, whiskers growing across his face, sunglasses across his eyes and a cigarette in hand. He also wore an indigo suit and a peach scarf, horrible fashion sense if you asked Setsuna. The man took a deep breath in and exhaled a large amount of smoke with a sigh.

“So you must be the replacement that beat up my Mysterio,”

“Yeah, sorry about that, you must be Giran,” She walked forward and stared at him.

“That I am… and you must be the hottest thing on the block right now. Fraction,”

“That a compliment?”

He hummed. “Half complement half threat,” He explained as he placed the cigarette to his mouth. “Come, sit, it would be best to get to know your benefactor since we will be working a little bit closer for the next half an hour at least,”

Setsuna did so, laying back in the chair and staring at the broker.

“You know… I had a lot riding on this fight to lose,” Another breath. “Sure Mysterio is a great man but he really isn’t a crowd pleaser in the sense of how his personality is horrible. So people like seeing him getting the sh*t beat out of him,”

Setsuna scoffed. “And like I’m any more loved than him,”

“That's fair, but you have something that my boy didn’t. Something which is going to make your first match with the training wheels SO much more interesting,”

“Fame? Power? A reputation?”

“All of those things but there was one other. Anonymity,” Giran took a huff of smoke. “The underground goes absolutely rabid for fresh meat no matter what it is… You could be All Might and they still see you as an outsider,”

“Meaning they’ll bet on my loss,”

“But that works for me, you see,” Giran took a smoke. “Unlike the rest of these idiots, I know of your skills and accomplishments,”

Setsuna snorted. “Listen here I don’t care about this, I just needed to get in. I fight some burly dude and then I stay for the rest,”

“Ohho!” Giran smiled. “And what is the rest may I ask?”

“I dunno, some info broker I know said that something Trigger related would go down, so I found this place. It really wasn’t that secretive and if a vigilante can find this place you wonder who else could, ”

“A broker you say?” Giran lit another cigarette. “Haven’t heard about a lot of ‘Brokers’ that would give out this with just a favour, especially to investments,”

“Look, I ain’t talking about much. I just to do what I want as soon as possible, which means I fight, you get your money and I wait for my tip to arrive. Kapish?”

“But I need to pay you! Say? How about… Three Million? As a down payment?”

Setstuna's eyes widened. “ Three Millions a down payment?” Meaning if she won, Setsuna would still get that money after losing.

“Yeah, it’s why I’m best of the best,” He took another deep breath. “But your little stunt and using the training wheels I’ll increase it even further if you want to,”

“I should say no,”

“You should, but not to me,” He laughed. “The great Giran,”

“I’ve actually heard of you before you know,” She actually said. “Nothing about Trigger but some users tried to buy me out by giving you my number, saying something like ‘That helmet doesn’t last forever which, yeah I know it will do, but today is not the day,”

Girans shifted his weight in on his chair. “Say, if your helmet is broken from today, I’ll commission you a new one, free of charge if you win this fight,”

Setsuna’s eyes widened. “Maybe some villains aren’t all bad after all,”

“Heard that one before,” Giran rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a remote. “Now how about we watch this instead now?”

<--->

“Now onto our next no-training wheels matchup, you all know them, and you all know how this will go!” The crowd cheered as they began to hear the doors to the ring open. When the first one began to walk they began to cheer as the man began to loosen up his shoulders.

“Standing at eight foot two and having nothing to lose except for a tooth! We have! THE RAPPER!”

A man with a white shirt with a ripped-up luchador mask with tendrils of hair poking out jumped into the ring and began to scream, pounding his chest during that time. He began to hit his fists together before cheering and walking to the centre of the arena.

“And the quirk that looks like it hurts! The Six limbed menace of Mustafu! The muscular stand from the same man! GIVE IT UP FOR! Scapulus!”

A hunched-over man, standing at around seven feet in height walked into the stage. The only thing keeping his identity a secret was a very small face mask. As the crowd began to cheer his back began to spasm and cramp.

"NOW! Everyone knows that these two always like a good brawl so just wait for the bell!” The bell dinged. “Let the match begin!”

The moment the judge said it, Scapulus's spine quickly ripped itself out of his body as he got on all fours, watching him change. The spine began to grow an entire skeleton from the ground up, as his hands turned to that similar to claws.

The forming skeleton quickly formed across, as nerves, muscles and skin finally formed over. The nails, eyes, ears and mouth quickly made themselves known, as Scapulus’s entire top of his body had been replicated all except for his hair.

By then The Rapper began to scream as he ran forward, his quirk Strongarm activating. His fist quickly met Scapulus’s own arms, who retaliated with his own attack. The sudden force caused the two to stop for a moment. The rapper looked down to Scapulus’s regular face, his enemy looked up and smirked.

Scapulus pushed the Rapper away before screaming as the two began to punch each other with full force.

Strongarm was The Rapper’s quirk and it allows the user to move their shoulder blades at breakneck speeds in order to dish out many attacks. He constantly itched for a fight, but most of his fighters couldn’t give up, which was why when Scapulus was in the ring with him, he could go all out.

Scapulus’s quirk was called Top-replication. His spine could protrude from his body and basically grow into a new person. With that came a case of hysterical strength, meaning Scapulus could punch as hard as The Rapper at a much slower pace, but it took longer for rhythm to tire them out.

The two kept screaming as they exchanged blows. The moment one landed a good hit, the other would land a stronger one. And if one blocked their attack, their cycle began anew, as they started to punch even stronger.

Every punch, spit and hit was greeted by a wave of cheers from the crowd, who were clearly enjoying the entire thing.

The Rapper screamed as he aimed for Scapulus's right elbow, tearing it off and causing it to fly above the ring and into the crowd. Scapulus’s remaining muscle arm swung at The Rapper and hit him square in the jaw.

He went flying back and hit the cage surrounding the ring, with a very loud crack being brought up by the microphones.

“OOOH! That has gotta hurt! But what's this? The Rapper is getting back up! What a gentlemanly move from Scapulus! WILL THIS COST HIM THE BATTLE!?”

The Rapper began slowly getting up, using the chain link fence as support. He quickly spat out a tooth and smiled at Scapular, whose new face was smiling back at him.

By that mount, the muscular body of his quirk had regrown his missing arm. By that point the Rapper finally got up and screamed as he ran towards Scapulus, using his quirk to start to warm up his arms. The two immediately began to trade blows even faster than before. The Rapper screamed as his fist connected to the Muscle’s collar bone, pummeling through it and ripping it off.

At that point Scapulus’s normal body which was on all fours quickly lost its balance for a moment which gave The Rapper used his quirk again, this time pummeling the second arm which got lobbed off.

This sudden force caused Scapulu’s body to start to get flipped over, leaving his stomach for a full pummeling. The Rapper screamed as his arms sent shockwaves through Salpulu’s body before it flew away and hit the chainlink fence.

The extra body on Scapulu’s back slowly began to shrink and shrivel, indicating that he had lost.

“AND THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS… THE RAPPER!”

<--->

Setsuna looked at her arms after the match, wondering if they could imitate Rapeprs quirks if she tried.

“I do have to say, what's your quirk?” Giran asked.

“Not telling,” She replied.

“Hmmm, shame. But then again you shouldn’t tell me, after all the quirk registry is a little bit rash if I do say so myself,”

“I say my name and you can search me up,”

“You got it,” Giran took a deep breath. “Oh watch they’re about to tell your name to the crowd,” He got the remote and put it a bit higher.

“NOW FOR THE NEXT MATCH-UP! A LITTLE THING HAS CHANGED! Yes, Mamarean is still going to compete! And we all love our big burly grey man! But Mysterio decided to pick a fight with someone and got his ass beat! So our Mysterious-Assbeater will take his place. And I may ask who is this mysterious assbeater? A first in the underground, one that has already made a name for itself in the alleyways of JAPAN! Taking on drugged-up quirks from dusk till dawn! OUR MYSTERIOUS Man that our mysteries Mysterio IS… FRACTION!”

There was a sudden increase in cheers in the crowd which made Setsuna jump. Looking to her side she saw Giran laughing away.

“Wow, kid that's quite a racket you have going on there, and those chants," Giran smiled.

“Shut up,” Setsuna sighed. “I can take on drugged criminals for hours on end but something like that scares me?”

“We all have our ups and downs, our firsts and lasts. Hey, if you need any help with the audience just imagine them in their underwear,” A sudden pound to the door drew the two's attention. “Guess it's time,”

Setsuna took a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess it is,"

<--->

“LAAAAADIES AND GENETLEMEN! AH Who I’m kidding none of you are ever gentle,” Cheers from the audience. “May I welcome you to our final fight of the night! To our right! We have the Pacyderm menace of the underground! The horn of judgement, the impaler of Wretched! May I give you Mamerean!”

The door opened and a large grey man came running out, jumping and shaking the entire cage. He stood even higher than the rapper, being much bulkier than the rapper, and also having more muscle. He had two horns to show that he had a rhinoceros quirk, he roared before quieting down and listening.

“AND NOW! NEW TO THE UNDERGROUND BUT THAT DOESN’T STOP THEIR MENACING GAZE OVER THE DRUGS OF Mustafu! You may know of them one way or another BUT DON’T LET THAT HOLD THAT AGAINST YOU! SHE DOESN’T DO HUGS AND SHE DEFINITELY DOESN’T DO DRUGS! IT’S FRACTION!”

The other door opened and a much smaller person walked out. There was no applause and the surrounding crowd just looked at the newbie. A grey singlet, black pants, and a motorcycle helmet covered their face.

“NOW! YOU KNOW THE RULES! AND EVEN FOR A NEWBIE! THERE'S NO HOLDS BARRED!” Cheers came out. “READY! STEADY! FIGHT!”

Mamaeran immediately charged at Setsuna, yelling as he pulled back a punch and aimed it right at Fraction. He screamed and ran as Fraction stood still and pointed one finger in front of them.

“Bang,” A finger was released from their hand and it hit right into Mamaeran’s eye. It was then when Fraction moved out of the way as Mamaeran lost their balance and rammed right into the fence.

“OH! DIDN’T SEE THAT BUT WHATEVER FRACTIONS QUIRK IT CERTAINLY IS REFRESHING TO SEE!” Mamaeran at that time stood up and stared.

“You bitch,” He dented one of the arena pillars. “I’ll KILL YOU!”

“COME ON AND TRY! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” Fraction screamed back.”Or are you as dumb as a Rhino as well!”

“Don’t you underestimate me!” Mamaeran began to run right towards Fraction again only for the vigilante to dodge.

“OH AND ANOTHER GRACIOUS DODGE FROM FRACTION!” The announcer announced.

They had backed away and grabbed the chain link fence, climbing higher. Before Mamaeran could react Fraction dropped from the sky as the villain looked up. He opened his mouth, which was the worst mistake that he could make.

Fraction unlodged their left hand and sent it racing into the gaping home of the person. Mamaeran immeadietly locked his mouth as Fraction's hand clogged their throat. He tried to bite at the bases, even breaking the flesh, but that proved no sort of injury for the vigilante.

“OH, WHAT’S THIS? I’VE NEVER SEEN THIS FOLK! Fraction is riding Mamaeran like a horse! BUT WHERE IS THEIR HAND? DOWN THEIR THROAT!”

Fraction winced at how Mamaeran was able to bite at her palms, letting out blood, which was horrible for him.

“You know certain kinds of lizards have paralytic body fluids. You ever wonder if my blood has that, don't you?” Just like that Mamaeran’s eyes widened as his mouth slowly began to become numb. “TAP OUT AND MAYBE YOU CAN SURVIVE!”

Mamaeran looked up at Fraction right before his eyes dilated and he fell on the floor face forward. The moment they did Fraction got up, and slowly took their hand out of Mamaeran’s mouth before stepping out and kneeling down, checking his pulse.

“AND JUST LIKE THAT FRACTION TAKES OUT MAMAERA BY SHOVING THEIR HAND DOWN HIS THROAT! EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR... FRACTION!”

<--->

“Well, I did not expect that,” Giran took another breath.

“Yeah well, choking him out seemed like the quickest way. The bigger they are the harder they fall you know,”

Giran tapped his phone and chuckled. “Yeah, I know, well done Fraction your a millionaire,”

Setsuna stopped for a moment “How much?” She was then suddenly thrown a bag towards her, which she graciously caught.

“Seven million to be exact. After-tax and whatnot,” Giran took a look at his cigarette and put it out.

“Wow,” Setsuna said. “That's a lot of money,”

“Trust me I should know,” He pulled out another cigarette while looking at his watch. “You know your fighting style sorta reminds me of-"

A sudden loud thud of the door broke the sentence Giran was about to say. The broker and vigilante immediately turned around right in time to hear another three loud bangs. A small amount of silence before the door immediately came tumbling down with a massive thud.

Setsuna immediately balled her fists and stood in front of Giran ready to fight. But it wasn’t a fight she was going to get.

The Rapper walked over to the massive metal door and simply just pointed at Setsuna. “Why did no one tell me Rumi had a kid!?”

Setsuna just turned her head. “Eh?”

Chapter 20: Rolling

Chapter Text

“Eh?”

“Don’t eh me! RUMI! MIRUKO!”
Hearing that name did nothing for Setsuna.“What does Miruko have to do with this?”

The Rapper sighed and looked at Giran. “You telling me this new piece of meat doesn’t remind you of Tiger Bunny?”

Giran winced at Setsuna for a “You know I can actually see the resemblance,” He responded.

“Hold up,” Setsuna said. “First of all, how do you know Miruko,” She pointed at The Rapper. “Secondly, who is Tiger Bunny and finally why do you think that I’m her kid? For… whatever reason?”

“I ain’t talking about you literally being her kid I’m talking about that FIGHTING SPIRIT!” The Rapper claimed. “I know you ain’t gonna tell yours but my names Kendo Rappa!” he didn’t care about stating his real name. “But that's not important! You see around ten years this fighter literally came out of nowhere, announced herself as Tiger Bunny and absolutely beat the sh*t out of everyone there,” He pulled out a picture of a young Miruko wearing a tiger mask. “She showed up two times after that and then disappeared completely,” He shoved the photo back into his pocket. “But those movies… You must be her understudy or something,”He accused Setsuna of.

“So what if I am?”

“Well then I want to fight you!” Setsuna immediately backed away. “I always want to have a good fight! And Tiger Bunny was the best fight I've ever had! I was heartbroken when she disappeared! C’mon fight me!” He turned to Giran. “Announce it, Tiger-Bunny’s protoge against the RAPPER! The right stack will get you maybe a BILLION!”

“Later later,” Giran flicked a cigarette. “We can’t arrange that without both parties consent?” Giran looked at Setsuna.

Setsuna thought for a moment, about the money. “No,” SHe said. “The money was a plus but I just did it so that none of you f*ckers decide to try and kill me,” She admitted. “Besides I’m just here for that Trigger deal thing I heard of,”
“Trust me Fraction, all of these powers are pure skill, there's no trigger here,” Giran replied as a the speakers clung to life to tell of the next match-up. “I wonder who’s next?”

“The Rapper,” The voice was young and fierce. “My name is Kai Chisaki and I challenge you for your loyalty… Meet me in the ring in five minutes,” The system then just shut down.

“Chisaki,” giran said. “Isn’t that Yakuza?”

THE SHIE HASSAKI Setusna looked at Rappa. “You gonna challenge him or?” She turned around and noticed that he was immediately gone. She turned again to Giran who was laughing. “i’ll take that as a yes.

<--->

“AND FOR A TWO FOR ONE NIGHT SPECIAL! GIVE IT UP FOR THE RAPPER!”

He ran on stage and immediately stared at Overhaul who was busy dealing with his buttons. The young man didn’t even dare to look him in the eyes, just deciding to take a look at the white gloves he was wearing.

And as the the announcer yelled out ‘BEGIN’ he still stood there. The Rapper waited for Chisaki to move, the only thing he did instead we finally look at him in the face.

The Rapper then closed the distance between the two at breakneck speeds, he wasn't fast enough to react to Kai taking off his glove and making contact with his ribs. His brain didn’t even have time to register everything going black.

<--->

Setsuna looked in disbelief as she saw Chisaki's quirk in action. He just touched The Rapper, a tower of a man and he just vanished.

She saw on the television at how the veins bulged out of The Rappers skin, causing him to bloat and expand before the top half of his body just erupted in the middle of the arena. But still, even on teelvison Chisaki didn’t even have a drop of blood on him.

Setsuna felt sick to her core seeing the sight, she was so sick she threw up in her mask. Bits of vomit quickly dripped out onto the floor.

“There’s a bathroom behind that door,” Giran pointed out which was when Setsuna bolted there and towards the toilet in there, not even caring that it was incredibly disgusting.

Taking her helmet off Setsuna knelt to her side and began to unload her entire stomach into the toilet. When she did so the memories flashed on her head again and again, remembering what she just saw.

The Rappers body inflated likea balloon before popping into a red mess. The fight didn’t last for a second. If Overhaul just touched Setsuna in any way, she was completely gone.

No single limb lost, not something she could hide from her aunt, her entire life would have been gone. And that was the first time Setsuna felt uneasy about being a vigilante as fear overcame her entirely.

<--->

Setsuna immediately flinched as she felt the cold water on her face. Quickly waking up she looked around but saw no one.

“Hey kid you alright?” Setsuna didn’t answer as she reached for her helmet and put it on.”It’s fine I just saw your hair, nothing else,”

Setsuna didn’t respond as she blinked a few times before standing up, not looking at the massive mess she made and just simply flushing the toilet. Waddling out of there, Setsuna took the massive duffel bag with her portion of the money, holding it close to her

“First death?” She didn’t respond. “You never forget your first, and that,” He pointed to the television which had ended the broadcast. “Is the most gruesome death i’ve ever seen,”

“I just… got a taste of the real world,” Setsuna was able to make out. “ABout how far out of the lague I am in,” She looked at Giran. “Even with my quirk, its… it’s terrifying,”

“He’s the only one though that checks all of those boxes. A large distributor backed up by the biggest and only Yakuza origination in Japan,” He smiled. “And it all went according in his plan,”

Setsuna looked at him. “Plan?” She pieced it. “Everyone watched that fight, its to instill fear,”

“And to promote potential buyers,” Giran backed away. “He said that he was selling the drug that made him that powerful after that… Made by someone with ‘Mysterious effects’... That's all I know,”

Setsuna huffed before she quickly threw Giran a few stacks on notes. The gruff man caught it and looked up.

“I need gear. You’re right I’ve been fighting with what is basically dollar store items,” Setsuna laughed. “Biker jacket, cheap sports shoes? A motorcycle helmet,”

“Its worked,”

“But not for much longer,” Setsuna said. “I’ve worked my way up from common thugs now to organized crimes and distributors… And even makers,” She looked up. “I need an upgrade so I am asking is that enough?”



Giran quickly counted the stacks. “Yep that's enough,” The man flicked a cigarette as he put the money in his back pocket. “Phone,”
Setsuna obliged as she also let out an eye to make sure that all he did was copy her number down. A moment later he threw it back, which also caused Setsuna’s eyes to squeeze back into her socket.

“I’ll see you later, Fraction,”

<--->

“Your Jacket,” Tetsudo as they passed it to Setsuna. “Just like how you left it,”

Setsuna put it on and rummaged through her pockets, making sure that everything was in the right place. Nodding she turned away and was about to walk up the stairs, but something happened. Setsuna felt a force and looked to her right to see who it was

The man who could kill with a touch was walking out with someone in tow. He wore a dark green jacket and a plague doctor's mouth. She stopped for a moment, looking up to see Kendo Rappa donning a similar bird mask to Overhaul.

“I didn’t know fighters started out so young,” The man commented.

Setsuna huffed. “They don’t, I just needed some information and ended up fighting,” She started walking again.

“Was that information about me?” Setsuna stopped in her tracks. “Yes, I know all about you Fraction,”

sh*t, just, try and get through this “Oh? Am I that well known,”

“In the Trigger Industry yes you are… A vigilante after every single drug… But seeing you now I didn’t expect you to be… so young,”

“Its a miracle really,” Setsuna swivelled and looked at Kai. “But I’m here,”

“You don’t want to kill me?” Overhaul looked at Rappa. “Do you have an explanation?” A head shake. “A shame,” Overhaul looked at her again. “I feel gracious, that quirk of yours I dislike, leave, and pray we don’t meet again,”
Setsuna scowled. “I could say the same,” She looked up and kept walking.

<--->

In for four, hold for four, release for four, hold for four Setsuna fell on the floor at this point. In for four, hold for four, release for four, hold for four.

Setsuna tried to follow square beathing in order to calm herself down, but she still couldn’t get it out of her mind.

It started with the veins where Overhaul touched The Rapper. They quickly bulged before they expanded all across The Rappers body, quickly turning red. After that The Rapper quickly expanded until he popped like a water balloon.

Setsuna finally removed her helmet and threw up on a nearby roof. No matter what she tried to do that image again and again and again and again kept playing in her mind.

“f*ck, what the f*ck,” At that point she passed out.

<--->

Setsuna was woken up by an alarm on her phone, an alarm on her phone that would tell her to wake up and make her aunt some food. Quickly checking it, her eyes quickly widened as she got up.

Donning her helmet Setsuna ran to the train station, being grateful that there was a bullet train that she jumped on. It didn’t take her long for Setsuna to return home. Making her way to her side of the building, Setsuna tried to open her window, only to notice that it was locked.

She rummaged through her jacket only to come up empty handed, the one day she forgot her keys, that or they were stolen. Very unlikely though as she peered through and saw them on her desk.

Setsuna scaled up to the roof and dropped her vigilante attire, including the massive duffel bag. She now just looked like a girl who went for a morning run. Throwing her connects to the side, Setsuna jumped down and opened the door to her house, which was unlocked.

Tiptoeing back to her room, Setsuna quickly stopped and turned, seeing her aunt sitting down with her arms crossed in the lounge room. Setuna wasn’t able to start the conversation, frozen in fear as she walked towards Imori, and looking down seeing something that scared her.

An empty trigger syringe.

Setsuna looked up at her aunt, waiting for something to be said.

“I think we need to have a talk,”

Chapter 21: Crumbling down

Chapter Text

Rumi jumped across multiple buildings in a single bound as she was about to return home. But her rabbit focus was quickly halted when her phone started to ring like no tomorrow. After skidding to a standstill knelt down and opened

No matter what ever happened Rumi’s phone almost never buzzed, and if it did it was only for three reasons. 1. Hero Commision directly contacting her 2. A few people calling 3. Her secret underground app.

Looking at her phone, Rumi saw ‘The Rapper’ in massive words. Quickly answering the number, Rumi held the phone a good distance away from her ears, waiting for the massive sound to occur.

“Miruko!” She forced it away.

“Rapper,” She grumbled.

“Listen, I… don’t have much time… but-”

Rumi sighed. “You know I can’t bail you out since I’m a hero you know,”

“No, it's not that it's just… You know me, I found someone powerful and I’ve been put into some deep sh*t okay? The only reason why I can do this is because of… I can’t say… anyways why didn’t you tell me about a mini you?”

“Mini-me?”

“I met Fraction,” Rumi held it up to her ear. “No, I did not fight her. I wanted to fight her but I didn’t,”

“So why are you calling me then?” She asked.

“Because she’s going too deep,”

That was interesting. “Villians?”

“Broker… It always starts off as a broker but then moves to favours, then villainy. Look, Rumi I just need to let you know and get your mini-you back in line before we get another Dominion on our case,”

That name made Rumi gulp. “I’ll… scare her a little,”

“Thanks,” Over the phone you could hear a sinister voice. “Good luck,” The last thing she heard was the phone he was using being completely crushed.

“sh*t,” Rumi jumped over the building and towards the nearest police station.

<--->

Rumi slammed onto Naomasas door before letting her inside. Seeing that Shouta was taking a mandatory tea break, she felt even better.

“Setsuna met up with a broker,”

That piqued the two’s interest. “Underground?” Shouta asked.

“No, a retail broker, Yes Underground HAVE YOU MET HER!” The yelling caused Shouta to cover his ears.

“Be quiet it's six in the morning don’t say that so loud,”

“I don’t care…” Miruko looked at Naomasa. “I think it’s about time to visit Setsuna,” She said. “Before we get another Dominion on our case,”

Dominion was a vigilante from a few years ago… His technopathy quirked helped the police take down many heavy hitters in Japan’s drug trade a few years ago… All they asked was for no one to come looking for them.

But when an officer didn’t comply, Dominion decided to use his quirk and kill the man through eletrical appliances in their home—erasing every single online footprint he had on any sort of government Database, leaving only a literal paper trail to prove that they were real.

“I’m apart of this bust,” Shouta spoke up. “I’ll get ready,”

“Bust? Listen here buddy she’s my responsibility it-,” Glaring red eyes met Miruko’s red ones.

“You can barely wrangle your own problem child in… I can… So I’ll go with, you can hang around until you’re said you’re needed. Okay?”

Rumi grumbled. “Fine,”

“Great, now if you excuse me,” Shouta walked out. “I need some more coffee,”

<--->

“Do you want to do it?”

Shouta looked at Naomasa with a confused face. “What on earth are you talking about you’re the police officer,”

“You’re right you’re right it's just that… Imori’s scary,” He admitted. Naomassa had met Imori before, and… it did not go well.

Shouta sighed. “...Fine I’ll knock,”

“Thank you,”

Shouta looked behind him to see Rumi grumbling in the back seat of the police car. After he knocked the door three times he took a step back. Ten seconds later the door opened to see one much older-looking Setsuna to appear.

She looked at the two and recognized the two individuals.

“Tsukauchi,” She looked at Shouta. “And Hizashi’s husband?” A piece of paper was then shoved right into her face.

“Imori Kyuuku I have a warrant to search through this address,”

“She’s gone,” It was almost silent.

That froze the two of them in place. Only Naomasa was able to respond. “What?”

“Look I know what i’m saying but I don’t know where she went but-”

At that point, Miruko was on Imori holding her up by the scruff of her neck.

“WHERE IS SETSUNA!”

<--->

“What is this?” Imori pointed to the needle.

Setsuna coughed. “That is clearly a syringe,”

“I know that it is a syringe what I want to know is that why was it underneath your bed,”

“Underneath? Why were you looking underneath my bed?”

“DON’T change the topic Setsuna just…” Imoir looked at it. “Why is there a heroine needle in your bed!”

“Heroine?” It seemed to obvious to Setsuna, but to Imori.

“WHAT IS IT SOMETHING WORSE?”

“I um…” She decided to stay quiet but it was too late.

“I give you an allowance because I trust you. I give you time to stay in the house because I trust you. I took you out shopping because I trust you but this?” She looked at the syringe. “How long has this been happening for?”

“T-two weeks?”

“TWO WEEKS! Damnit Setsuna! I just can’t… I’ve seen what this can do!”

“Well its not like its been harming me huh? My grades are still up, I probably can’t overdose due to my quirk anyways and I’ve been doing everything like you ask!”

“THIS ISN’T ABOUT WHAT I ASK SETSUNA IT’S ABOUT TRUST!” That was it.

“THEN YOU BROKE THAT TRUST THE MOMENT YOU RUMMAGED THROUGH MY BED!”

The two stood there for a moment and looked at each other. “WELL!?”

Imori changed. “Setsuna,”

“Don’t,” She shook her head. “I don’t care anymore,”

“Listen I,”

“Why were you looking inside of my room?” She was screwed anyways, just going to make it count.

Imori stopped for a moment.“...My boyfriend,”

“Oh, so your boyfriend said to rummage through my room?”

“He’s a detective” Imori paused for a moment, confused at what she just said. “And he said what you were doing was weird and I got worried,”

“Oh so you trust some random fling over your own flesh and blood is that it?!”

“He’s seen sh*t like this happen Setsuna! What did you expect me to do? My niece may be doing drugs a door away and I have no way of knowing?”

“It’s not Heroine!”

“THEN WHAT IS IT!”

She grumbled. “It’s Trigger,”

They stopped everyone in the room before Imori looked down on it again. She picked it up and looked at the needle again. “You’re an addict?”

“Well at least I don’t look like a hooker do I?” She said.

Imori stopped. “Setsuna if you wanted to feel stronger there are other ways… drugs are the way to go?”

“But it is…” She smiled. “You expect me to be locked up like an animal because the hero commission couldn’t keep their secret thing in their pants? Basically turn my father into a walking basket case, make him turn to jobs to try and pay for my medicine and surgeries? And you don’t expect me to at least get a high off from my quirk,”

Imori was confused. “Setsuna listen,”

"Or what? Try me as a villain? Great at least I can follow in my dad's footsteps like I wanted to,”

Imori looked at Setuna in shock. “What are you talking to?”

“What? You never realized that… that thing that attacked UA was Dad?!”

“Setsuna what are you on about?”

“That monster had dads quirk! That monster had a black tongue like someone who used Trigger! You never thought about that, did you?! You never created the dots unlike me! Who was in a hospital? Meeting the victims of his attack that allowed him to pay all of the expenses!”

“Setsuna stop trying to push the blame on me… yourself… or anyone alright?”

“What you can’t take it!”

“Setsuna no its just that I never realized that-”

“What? You never realized that dad was millions if not billions in debt because of me? He sacrificed his life so that some sharks didn’t start harvesting my regenerating organs? You never realized how deep sh*t he was in and you want to talk about a drug problem?”

“Setsuna stop-”

“No i’m not going to stop because you have become so self centered that its become a problem and you’re taking this out on me!”

“SETSUNA THAT’S ENOUGH!”

“WHY WON’T YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME MOM!” The sudden word snapped the both back into reality.

Imori always knew how bad her sister was as a parent, she was the mixture of the cool cousin and glorified babysitter when they were both younger. This event wasn’t the first time she hasn’t called her that, but this time was the first time it was meant in a negative.

“Setsuna,”

“I-”

“Go to your room,” Imori stood up.

“I-”

“I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Silence. “Please,”

At that point, she finally complied and strode off to her room and slammed the door.

Imori sat back down and finally broke down crying.

<--->

Kanashimi.

Imori knelt down and picked up the key under the carpet, quickly getting up she unlocked the door and went inside. Inside it was clear that some sort of fight had gone on again very recently. Walking in, she heard Kanashimi crying in the living room.

Walking on over to him she could see him crying in the living room in a fetal position. She quickly took off her handbag and ran over, picking him up.

“Imori,”

“Hey Kanashimi, what happened,” At that point, the waterworks finally started again.

“She’s gone,” He was able to make out. “Hana left,”

The mention of her older sister's name left her a little bit weirded out, but knowing what had happened.

“Shh, shhh its okay you’re free. We’re both free,” Imori comforted her brother-in-law as he began to cry out. “We’re okay,”

//

“Where’s Setsuna?” Imori asked

Kanashimi got out a box of tissue and blew his nose. “Hana texted me saying that she needed to talk when she got back and you know how she talks. So I asked the Nakajima’s to take her in for the night,”

“They’re good people,”

“Yeah. Anyways she stormed in and began yelling at me at how she deserves to be free and whatnot, clearly on something,”

“Okay okay,” She nodded.

“And then she began to pack her things and I didn’t stop her. She’s done this before Imori, and she’s never bought those clothes back, and looking at her wardrobe now,” He sighed. “How have I not seen that sooner?”

“She’s been planning this for years,”

“Anyways,” He quickly drank a glass of water. “She… barged into Setsuna’s room, didn’t see she was there and demanded why and so I explained and… and…” He began to tear up.

“What did she say?” Imori moved a little closer and rubbed Kanasimi’s bicep.

“She said that I was a terrible father for not looking out for Setsuna, then she slammed the door and… here we are,”

“Kanashimi… I-i… I can’t really do anything,”

“If I hadn’t called you I… don’t know what I could’ve done,” He admitted for a moment before looking down. “I’m sorry I-i need to get up I need to work,”

“Kanashimi don’t-” Imori wanted. “Take the day off, I’ll pick Setsuna up okay? We bring her back and… and we tell her what happened,”

He nodded. “Okay, yeah I understand I’ll… I’ll take the day off,”

“I’ll call my firm and tell I’ll be taking it off as well? Do you got that?”

“Okay,”

She smiled. “Hey, you’ve done so well for yourself, you’re a great person and great father, do you understand?” A nod. “Good, now just… go to bed,”

“I’ll do that,” at that point Kanashimi and Imori got up. “Imori,” The young lawyer looked at her brother-in-law. “Thanks,”

She smirked. “No mention, you need to take a nap. I’ll wake you when we get back home,”

<--->

Only a month later Setsuna was hospitalized and Kanashimi began to disappear for what seemed to be weeks at a time. Imori only saw him when she visited Setsuna and he ended up walking in. And he always looked worse from the last time.

Every inch of the man she once knew of was gone, replaced with what is a skeleton of his former self.

Every time he always seemed to be falling over, Imori knew he was trying to pay the bills all of the time. Imori always wanted ot help, but Kanashimi told her that she needed to focus on her career before them.

<--->

Imori got up and walked over to the door, knocking on it three times.

“Look Setsuna… I didn't know that you felt this way… And I’m sorry because of that,” A pause. “But we can work through this together, right? I’ll set you up with some therapy and maybe some rehab and work through this… I’m not sure what you want to be but… a strong quirk… maybe you could be a hero?”

She waited for a response and it didn’t come. After a minute Imori slowly opened the door. “Setsuna?”

Her wardrobe was empty, her window was completely open, and her entire wardrobe was stripped. She immediately stumbled over as she realized that everything was gone. She was left on her phone, and only a sticky note was on.

I’m sorry

<--->

“I-it was only an hour ago. I was just about to tell you but then you came in here and... and-,”

“Shh shh, Imori it's alright,” Naomasa comforted her, holding a tissue box. “Did she leave anything behind?”

“J-just her phone! I-i’m not sure why but-,”

“She doesn’t want to be followed,” Shouta scowled. “Damn it!” He stared at her. “Did you throw it away?”

“I-its in her room,” Shouta got up and barged into Setsuna’s room, immediately staring at it and picking it up.

From there he turned it on, seeing the time and a sudden notification.

Shinsou: Hey I think I found a dealer

Shinsou: He’s been out of jail for a while but is out of parole

Shinsou: Send if you want some details

Hitoshi? Why was Hitoshi telling her about criminals?.. Unless. All of a sudden the notification disappeared and Shouta’s eyes widened.

“What on earth?” He went over and immediately got out some powder and sprinkled it over the phone, revealing the four numbers used in the password. Putting a small deceive into the charging point, Shouta broke into Setsuna’s phone and into her messages with Hitoshi.

It was blank, not a single text.

At that point, the sudden disappearance of messages made sense before he got up and walked up. From there he entered with Imori and looked at her.

“What is of this boyfriend of yours?” He declared. “It’s just a hunch but… Did he say any other locations to look at?”

“No… No, he just said to look under the bed,” Imori explained. “And so I did and-”

“Did he ever seem like he was hiding something?”

“I mean… Maybe?” Imori rubbed her head. “Wait… What is… That’s… how could?”

“Do you have a photo?”

“No I don’t, every time I try and take a picture there's a sudden update on my phone or my butter fingers go to the good app,”

Shouta looked at his phone. “sh*t,”

“What is it Eraser?” Miruko asked.

“Dominion,” Shouta looked up. “I think Setsuna has made contact with Dominion,”

Chapter 22: Aftermath

Chapter Text

“Damnit,”

Setsuna noticed some cops at the train stop and jumped off it onto a nearby building near the station. Breaking her fall with the massive bag of money, Setsuna looked up into the early sky. She quickly changed checking on her burner phone and seeing a text from Giran.

Giran: Address for your stuff

Giran: If it doesn’t fit the measurements we can do this again

She sighed as she looked at the location and got back on the train.

<--->

“You’re late,”

“Well excuse me, I’m never here, how was I supposed to know that it was this floor?” It was quite high up. “You know how many rooms there are in this complex?”

“Last time I checked is a little under a thousand rooms,” Giran said. “Makes it easier to escape if the place gets raided,”

“...So is this place just abandoned… or dropped?”

Giran snickered. "Never heard of a company not finishing something suddenly?” He took a smoke. “We all give them some money every month and they keep it from being complete,”

“Alright, so what do you have?”

The man huffed. “It was quite easy to get what you wanted, it barely took two hours,” The man turned around and threw Setsuna's stuff.

She grabbed it and checked what was inside the duffel bag, her face underneath her helmet glistened.

“Do I have to pay more?”

“Nah, this stuff was actually cheaper than we thought it was,”

“So you owe me money?” She joked.

Giran snorted. “Nice try Fraction, very funny. Let's just say it's a down payment, you need some small favours and I can deliver,”

“Well, those may be helpful in the future,”

“Whatever, I’ll leave the room for a while. I need to see my fighter in her new apparel,” Setsuna heard the door close, and at that point, she immediately stuck a chair Giran was sitting on over it before opening the duffel bag and smiling.

The first thing Setsuna pulled out was a brand new jacket, instead of a biker jacket it was a motorcycle jacket. She could already feel the difference between what she was wearing versus what she was holding, and it was like night and day.

It seemed synthetic and breathable and only seemed to cover her chest and arms. Looking at the ends of the shirt she could tell it was made with the help of a quirk.

Putting it down the next thing she pulled out was a brand new biker jacket. Probably to go over, it seemed much more durable than the cheap one she always had. Looking at it, she noticed much sharper studs all around it.

She looked at the zipper, seeing that it was painted black, and looking at the glisten, she noticed that the white spikes that didn’t sparkle in the sunlight, an immediate plus for when she needed to be stealhty.

Putting it to the side, Setsuna pulled out two sports bras, and two sets of sports underwear. S he was about to start yapping, but Giran was able to yap faster.

“I got it from a girl, trust me, kid, I ain’t a pervert,” He said from behind the door.

Fine with the excuse, Setsuna pulled out the next apparel.

Rock climbing gloves, a perfect fit, and good grip inside of it. She even felt the studs to see that they had integrated knuckle dusters.

Keeping them on, Setsuna marvelled at some sport shorts and regular pants for othe months. There were also knee and elbow pads, which she was glad. Not only that but just feeling them she knew they were sharp.

One of the last things Setsuna looked were the black sneakers. They looked like they were custom-made, taking a look at the materials it was synthetic and weaved with kevlar and a bunch of resistant barriers.

Setsuna spun them around and threw them at the wall, seeing them actually slightly dent the concrete surface. She took out a few pairs of socks that were included and looked at it.

The piece de resistance.

A helmet, much slimmer and less bulky than her last one. Looking at the base, it had small holes which allowed better breathing space. Its color instead of pure black was a dark grey and navy blue tone, which blended perfectly into each other.

Looking at where her ears would sit, it gave her plenty of room to detach.

And looking at the visor was an org*smic experience for Setsuna. More visual range and it seemed that the outside was completely black, not just see-through, meaning she didn’t have to worry of people seeing her eyes as much, but she still would wear he contacts.

At that point, Setsuna decided to quickly make sure that there were no hidey hole cameras, much to Giran’s sarcastic dismay. She quickly changed into it and opened up the door again. Giran whistles after looking at Setsuna’s new vigilante outfit.

“Damn kid you sure did upgrade nicely,” Giran saw her stretch. “Well is this the end of our business?”

“Nah…” Setsuna curled her hand into a fist. “It took me a while after that rush and,” She shivered. “Overhaul but… when can I next fight in the right?”

He snorted. “Tonight, you wanna make a debut?”

Setsuna thought for a moment. “Wheres is the place?”

<--->

Two months later

<--->

“OH! AND IS THIS THE END OF FRACTURE?” The announcer's voice rang into Setsuna’s ears as her head rocketed towards the chain link fence.

The rest of her body went limp as it fell onto the ground, with the enemy known as Quickster began to make laps around at breakneck speed in victory. He did it again and again with the audience cheering, but no one ever realized that blood wasn’t coming out of Frature’s neck, even if they could see the muscle.

Quickster stopped and looked down, panting whilst smiling at his defeat.

“Did you really think that was it?” The speedster turned around and looked at the head. “I mean… you do know my quirk is called Dullahan right?” The speedster's eyes widened but before he could turn around Quickster was soon on the floor being pinned down by Fracture.

“OH! AND IT SEEMS THAT FRACTURE CAN LIVE WITHOUT A HEAD I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS FOLKS! BUT IT SEEMS THAT THEY AREN’T RUNNING AROUND LIKE A CHICKEN WITHOUT A HEAD BECAUSE QUICKSTER IN PINNED DOWN!”

“Maybe instead of running your mouth next time, you don’t mess with a Dullahan,” Fracture quickly adjusted her grip and moved back. “GERMAN SUPLEX!”

Quicksteps back quickly met the ground right as his head h it him hard.

"OH! AND IT SEEMS THAT QUICKSTEP HAS BEEN KNOCKED OUT! MEANING THAT THIS MATCHES VICTOR IS… FRACTURE!”

<--->

“Two, three, four,” Giran zipped up the bag. “Four hundred thousand yen cash just for you,”

Setsuna took the money off of Giran and quickly counted in. Nodding to see she was right, she also was given a brown folder. Placing the two types of paper inside her duffel bag, she slung it over her shoulder.
“Same time next week?” She asked which caused Giran to take a deep breath.

“Nah, you have the first fight on Thursday,”

“Got it,” Setsuna began to walk away but was stopped as Giran started to talk again.

“One more thing,” Setsuna looked at him. “Big thing, after that info you need to lie low until you fight,”

“Lie low? You say I need to lie low? Do you know what I do if I’m not raking in money?”

“I do but this will be your biggest thing yet,” Giran took a deep breath. “Take a deep breath and what regular people do. Like online shopping, no wait that can be traced… maybe yard sa- Nevermind just don’t show your face after you do this stunt of yours... got it? I don't the blood on my hands,"

“Sure why not,” Setsuna sighed. “So why is this guy so dangerous?”

“Because unlike you he is on the top of people's sh*tlists… with an A-rank in the hero recorders,” Setsuna stopped. “Now go… I need to make a call,"

Setsuna quickly left and returned back home, making sure no one followed. Entering through the window as usual, she made her way into her living room and placed her massive bag down. But the end on that conversation still lingered in Setsuna’s mind.

She wasn’t sure why those words frightened Setsuna so much. She’s seen other vigilantes, she’s faced small-time villains in the ring, but why was that so bad? Was it that it was so high? What did the guy do?

Most C and B rankers were either a part of some organization or have a lot of crimes under their belt. And for an A-ranking, it must be that this person has killed someone that is either powerful or important.

Kill.

Blood.

Rapper

Overhaul

Trigger

Setsuna’s left bicep began to itch.

It was time.

<--->

“C’mon c’mon,” Setsuna took the vial. “Ah sh*t all I have left is crimson blast… f*cking bullsh*t,”

Setsuna took a baby wipe and rubbed her left bicep. She placed the trigger vial into her injector and slowly inserted it in.

A wave of cold quickly rushed over her. Every aching muscle began to heal, her body temperature dropped to that of a cold-blooded and her eyes began to start seeing the red light she had on in red, green and blue.

She began to blink quite a lot and turned on her central heating, starting to blast off songs that were centuries old at this point. Checking her fridge she saw that there was some leftover teriyaki chicken. She took out some chopsticks and sat down on her couch, not even taking the first bite before she fell asleep.

Chapter 23: 300

Chapter Text

“Damnit, how many more boxes do we have?”

“I don’t know all I know that it’ll be the end of the night,” THe other said, expecting to go back to work right afterwards. But they didn’t know that someone behind him.

“What’s all this commotion?”

The two workers flinched as they heard their boss coming. “N-nothing boss,”

“Nothing you say?” The boss flung his arms around. “Why are you complaining huh? You have trucks, conveyers belts, and forklifts! It’s not like I’m making you carry this around much…”

“Y-yes I know but-” The worker stopped as he felt the boss’s hand caress his scalp for a moment.

“Why can’t anyone just be grateful for once?” The boss removed his hand and the worker fell over. “Clean up this mess and don’t complain. I have all this sh*t coming in just for the Yakuza and I need it done,”

“Y-yes boss!”

“See?” The boss rubbed his other hand on the employee, causing a wave of bliss to be felt. “It’s not that hard,” Walking away Odin accessed the internet again, seeing what else had to be done.

<--->

“Damnit,” Setsuna twiddled her thumbs as her foot wasn’t staying still. “WHERE IS HE!” She stood up again for the seventh time in an hour to look around.

Just a few blocks from the docks Setsuna was at the rendezvous sight that she had gotten from the information Giran had given her. She made sure she was on time, so when time slowly moved two hours later.

And still, two hours later the mystery guy still wasn’t there. And with her waking up and not eating for three hours, she decided that if they didn’t show up now, her being gone for a few minutes wouldn’t bite.

Taking off her jacket and helmet, Setsuna put on some sunglasses and a mask, changing her hairstyle before jumping down and walking to a large convenience store.

Walking in, Setsuna noticed that there was only one security camera, a good sign. Keeping her head angled, she made her way around and got some strawberry milk and a bento lunch that was on sale as it was expiring tomorrow.

Heading towards the tired employee working the night shift, he didn’t even look up.

“That’ll be seven hundred and thirty yen,” Setsuna handed him a thousand yen note.

“Keep the change,” She stuffed the milk in her pocket and grabbed the box with two hands before walking out the door.

As she did so, her hazy eye began to falter, but right before it did she caught a glimpse of an individual picking up her helmet from across the move.

Oh hell no

Setsuna split off and quickly floated up to the rooftop again and was met with a sight.

The first thing that she realized was the build and musculature of the man. The next she saw was the blades that covered him from head to toe. Right after that Setsuna saw what he was wearing, worn-down clothes with a red bandana that covered everything but his eyes. By that time Setsuna took a deep breath in and backed away a few times, dropping her box.

She was in the presence of the infamous hero killer

Stain

<--->

“A child?” Setsuna’s eye went back into her head. Stain stared at the helmet.

“Why? Do you have a problem with working with minors?” Setsuna set out a hand and swiped the helmet out of Stain’s grasp. She put her helmet on and was ready to fight. “Despite you like killing a nineteen-year-old,” She remembered it on the news, seeing the age last year, it struck her to her core.

“Interesting… what an interesting quirk. Never did I expect that the infamous vigilante Fraction, D-rank villain, would be a high schooler,”

“Well you’re not the first one to say that,” Setsuna said as she walked up ready to fight the man, but he just simply raised one of his hands, meaning to stop.

“Please, pick up your lunch, lay it there, we have a plan to discuss,” Setsuna was a little shocked but did so anyway. “Do you know why Giran wanted you to wait?”

She scoffed. “So we can be acquainted?”

“No,” Stain unsheathed his sword and sat down, beginning to sharpen it on a whetstone. “Do you know my tactics? News clippings? Any idea how I operate usually?”

“You kill heroes, usually at night… back alley… but no one knows how you do it,”

“So you know a bit. Do you also know how many I kill in each city I visit?”

“Each city?” Stain nodded. “It’s around two or three killings…. And then you disappear for a month and pop up randomly again,”

“Yes exactly, there are way too many corrupt in each city… As much as I hate it, I cannot save many people… And this will be my third killing in Mustafu,”

Setsuna looked over to the harbour. “And there is a hero there?” A nod. “What did he do?”

“Major tidings in the Italian and Japanese mafia,” Setsuna froze as Stain pulled out a small piece of paper and flung it at her. “Matteo Tensen, Italian-Japanese, Hero name is Floater,”

“Floater?” Setsuna looked at this. “Hey, I’ve met him before,”

“Oh? And care to explain what he was doing,”

“He was apprehending… A trigger addict,” Setsuna’s eyes widened. “And here I thought he actually cared,”

“So you know of his quirk?”

“I’ve seen it in action once… It was weird,”

“His quirk is called Zero Spinner. Depending on a recent movement of his he can apply that to the human body, even if it is not supposed to move like that,” Stain said. “Any sort of dirty tidings ends in broken bones,”

“So… that's why I saw him trying to get out of that addict,”

“He was only doing it because he was ordered… As a day he is a hero… but at night-”

“He uses his tiding as a hero,”

“Hired muscle,” Stains stopped sharpening his blade. “I can’t get him alone… But with you… Your mission helps me with this,”

“It would make sense why I would be there, i just need to make some noise and then you…” She didn’t want to say the word.

“Kill him yes,”

Setsuna took a deep breath. “Kill,” Before she clouds ay it again Setsuna blinked as a hand was on her shoulder.

“It gets easier with time,” Stain patted her before sheathing his sword. “Are you ready?”

Setsuna took a final deep breath. “Yes, I am,”

<--->

“So… the boss looks different,”

“Yeah I know,” The worker took a breath of smoke. “I’ve heard from the longer guys that he does it once in a while… You know escape the cops and whatnot,”

“I see I see… Do you actually know what his quirk is?”

“I heard it like some sort of soul thing, quite weird if you ask me,” The worker looked over to his buddy and saw that he wasn’t there. “Juichi?” All of a sudden he felt a sudden thud on his head knocked him out.

<--->

“Where on earth are those two? They were supposed to be back minutes ago!”

“I know their smoking spot I’ll check,” As the worker began to walk, he heard a thud from behind. Turning around saw his friend on the floor knocked out cold. “What the?”

<--->

“Hey, who is that?” A bodyguard pointed to a figure that was balancing on top of a crane while running towards them.

The other guard winced. “That’s…” His eyes widened after seeing the helmet. “sh*t that's a Fraction, SOUND THE ALARM!”

<--->

“sh*t,” Setsuna dropped down and skidded down the metal rope as she used the force to jump off. It gave her enough time to see that the Guards has started to dose up Trigger, causing Setsuna to smile.

Her two hands split off and went racing towards the guards, each of them grabbing a sense of hair. All of a sudden the rest of her body was pulled as well. All of a sudden Fraction was between the two and returned her hands to her, causing the two guards' hands to bump together knocking each other out.

“Damnit… I need to find the rest of them,”

<--->

“Eh? What's that?” The masked man said.

“That is the reason why you were called here,” Matteo Tensen said. “To deal with this,”

“What?”

“Just find the intruders and fight,” He said as he stomped away, tightening his gloves.

The Shie Hassaki eight bullets member gave a thumbs up. You got it temporary boss,”

<--->

“I’ve taken down most of the workers and some guards, no sight of Zero Spinner though,” Setsuna called into Stain.

“I have also made my way in, still no luck either,”

“If you find any Trigger make sure to burn it,” Setsuna ended her comms with Stain before turning around. A massive mouth came bolting right at her. She wasn’t able to dodge all the way and ended up getting a hole bitten out of her jacket. “Dammit, I liked that jacket!”

She looked at the person who was on all fours, chewing her leather and swallowing.

“More…” The man turned around. “Need more,” A massive tongue licked the lips of the hooded man.

“Well out of my days as a vigilante, never would I have to think I would have to fight a Teru Teru Bozu,” Setsuna looked around and saw a red box. “Well? Are we going to stay around all day or are you going to try again?”

The doll man took a deep breath in and salivated. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a lizard,”

<--->

“WAIT IS THAT STAIN AHG- The comm went dead as Zero Spinner ran through the halls.

Why is Stain here? He doesn’t do with Trigger unless… The false hero didn’t notice a tripwire as he fell over Damnit

Zero Spinner quickly turned around and saw a figure there.

“Zero Spinner, Real name: Matteo Resen. You are a hero that works in tandem with organized crime, helping Yakuza and Mafia relations alike across the world. You take hits on those that have debt as well as inject high amounts of Trigger into people and send them on a rampage,”

The hero tried his best to crawl away but instead was met with a throwing knife embedded in his leg. “You have been tried and,” Stain reached his sword high. “Your punishment is decided… Any last words?”

Zero Spinner took full opportunity as he grabbed the knife and flung it at Stain. The force of the throw and the contact allowed his quirk to be activated. Stain was flung in the air and back, allowing Zero Spinner to start to run away again.

“Clever,” Taking his sword again, Stain licked the blade. Slowly getting up, he heard Zero Spinner start to yell out, asking why he couldn’t move. “Now let's try that again,”

<--->

“Give!” Chomp. “ME,” Chomp. “FOOD!”

“YEAH, I’LL GIVE YOU FOOD WHEN I'M NOT ON THE BLOODY MENU!” Setsuna threw a knife at the yakuza which in the end made quick work of it as it quickly bit down and swallowed. Dammit, I may need to use my last batch… No not now

“That wasn’t yummy,”

“Yeah I know that wasn’t yummy,” She looked over and saw an axe and a fire hydrant. “Now if we do leave I can do you a favour and not try and cave your face in,”

“That doesn’t sound delicious, but you do!” The man's teeth bared open as he leapt forward towards Setusna, who detached and flew around. A portion of her jacket was torn apart again but it was necessary as she got the ax and smashed the glass to the fire extinguisher.

She turned around with an axe in one hand and a fire hydrant in the other, waiting for the clothed man to jump again.

He did so and Setsuna was ready. She swung the axe as she saw the head of it enter the man's mouth as he chomped down. And in a split second Setsuna grabbed the bottom jaw and forced the remaining handle in.

Right as she did so Setsuna forced the fire extinguisher between the man's teeth and began to wait. His eyes widened as the handle splintered and his teeth came down on the metal. Setsuna yelled in pain as two of her fingers were bitten down on as the extinguisher exploded.

Setsuna hit the wall as she limped upward, using the wall to hold her up. As the whist mist cleared she saw that the only thing really damaged was the mask, which was in tattered pieces only being held by the rope around his neck.

OH SO NOW I SEE THE ROPE! Setsuna thought as she knelt down and pulled out a vial of trigger she hid in her sock. Quickly injecting it caused the girl to growl and look up, seeing the small amount of bleeding from her missing two fingers stopped.

She was ready, she was ready to grow again, but that man stopped.

“Yucky,” He hissed before spitting out her two fingers. “You taste yucky,”

“Well trust me it’s going to be a lot more yucky in an instant,”

“No, you’re even more yucky,” He turned around and began to turn away. “Trigger sours the meat,”

Setsuna stood there for a moment, wondering what had just happened but decided to barely understand it. Her two fingers, her pinky and ring on her right hand were gone, as she saw as her blood began to clot. She collapsed on the ground only staying awake because of the adrenaline.

“What… happened?” I can’t be done yet… I still need to get

“Are you done?” A raspy voice came from Setsuna's side, looking up she saw that it was Stain.

“No… need to destroy the… ingredients,”

“Do it later, you’re tired. I did what I needed to do, and if you stay any longer you’ll be caught,”

“Get Trigger and burn it, need it,” All of a sudden she felt a thud at the back of her head.

“I’m sorry little vigilante, but your skills would be wasted by the emotion,”

Chapter 24: Toasty

Chapter Text

In more recent news a fire in Tame Harbour has recently closed down. The supply boat was from the Leto Chemical company that went up in flames last night. Police are still investigating but it seemed that there was a brave hero that tried to stop the perpetrator but in the end lost his life. Zero Spinner passed away tragically by-”

Why is my TV on? Setsna’s face separated from her couch. When did I? Get back home?

The girl looked around and immediately got up. She wasn’t wearing her shoes, gloves, or her jacket. Did she even have a jacket anymore? She slowly got up and looked around… noticing half empty takewaywy boxes all laid away.

“Who? Cleaned my house?”

“It actually isn’t your house,” Setsuna turned around and her eyes widened at what she saw. “Giran just rents it out to people who need it. You’re just the person that's been there the longest,”

The hero killer stain in regular clothes. Yes it was only just a white shirt and black pants but it was enough. What was also weird was that it was clear that his nose was cut off.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m a hero-killer child I have a responsibility for the next generation,” He said. “IF you think I think of myself as a martyr and don’t care about the future heroes… then you have something else comping,”

“Heh, what? Trying to show people that ‘I’m more than my goal,’” She said with a grizzled tone.

“No,” Stain moved closer and handed Setsuna a glass of water. “With energy powder… You collapsed yesterday,”

Setsuna took it, smelling it making sure that nothing was in it. “Thanks… Well down the hatch,”

The girl finally felt her parched throat and took a sip, immediately gulping it down. The moisture spiralled down her throat and in a moment it was all gone. She gasped for air and looked at Stain, who was watching the news whilst being handled a bowl of rice which she began to eat.

“As usual… They ignore my facts,”

“Facts?”

“If you think I just kill and don’t tell anyone then you’re as blind as the rest of society,” Stain took a bite. “Every time I kill I leave behind information… Papers, USB, I even remember I even found a hero with his pants down once trying to abuse their power over a rape victim,” The noseless villain turned to Setsuna. “It’s always the same though. Covering it up, calling me a mindless killer,”

Setsuna barely heard, as she rubbed her temples. “I… don’t remember after that fight? What happened?”

“I found you in the kitchen, you’re lucky that Yakuza left, heard him saying how bad your meat tasted… Almost as if though it was soured with Trigger is what he said,”

The girl got up and looked at it. “And what if I do use it?”

Stain just looked at her. “Have you actually taken a look in the mirror lately? Its rare to see but its common enough for me to see it… before I changed my name. Trigger usage does wonders on the body. Decreasinggrey matter, increased aggression, the rate you’re going you’ll be factually quirkless by the end of next year if you look like this now,”

“You’re talking sh*t,”

“Am I?”

“You’re the villain that kills heroes that you believe are fakes. I take down the trigger business with the use of their product on some occasions,”

“That arm says otherwise,” Stain pointed towards Setsuna’s bicep which caused the girl to obscure his vision. “Regeneration quirks don’t just change their DNA to fit a needle in it, or have you not noticed?”

Setsuna finally looked at her left bicep, she looked at it for a while and caressed her muscles and felt it. They were smaller than when she started vigilantism. Even with her quirk, even with her diet, even with her routine, why were her muscles smaller?

And that is when the hole in her bicep began to itch… itch like it wasn’t complete… Like a hole needing to be filled. Setsuna jumped over her couch and into the kitchen, immediately looking under where there was supposed to be a vial of her liquid.

It wasn’t there.

She disconnected her hand and flew it behind the fridge where another vial was gathering dust right behind it.

It wasn’t there.

She bolted out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, immediately reaching up and destroying the fan at the top, rummaging through and again, her vial of trigger.

It wasn’t there.

Setsuna’s entire arm began to itch, where was it? Where was her trigger? Why wasn’t it where she left it? She was inches away from fainting again when she felt something make contact with the back of her head.

She turned around to see nothing, and looking down she didn’t see anything as well. What hit her?

The trigger wasn't there, Stain was there, so Stain had Trigger.

Setsuna ran out of the bathroom and back into the room, stain had relocated to another chair that was looking straight at the girl. There she saw a red vial in his hands. Her mouth began to water, he skin set on fire, she wanted it.

“I took the liberty of removing all Trigger vials in your house, I destroyed one that left only two left,” Stain threw Setsuna one as the girl disconnect her arm to grab it. “You know the thing about Trigger is that it's made of products that when left in the incorrect conditions for a limited period of time-

Setsuna heard none of the warnings as she jabbed the vial into her arm and pushed it in, a wave of ecstasy rolled across her body. Shivering at the pleasure of it, Setsuna dropped the vial, causing it to drop and shatter on the ground.

But the wave didn’t last, as Setsuna was looking for the next vial, which was in Stains hands. Watching as the man shoved

Setsuna stared at the remaining syringe in Stain's hand before the man removed the needle and put both of them in the pocket. She needed it, she needed it to be complete, and this man dared get in her way.

“Degrades the effect and enhances the side effects,”

Setsuna didn’t hear as she jumped into the air trying to attack Stain. Kicking the low-bearing table he was behind shielded Stain from the attack. Setsuna latched onto it and was pushed onto a wall as a sword came through the grazed her abdomen.

Disconnecting, Stain quickly backed away as two of Setsuna’s arms raced towards him. Grabbing the Right arm, Stain dislocated the elbow and shoulder immediately before throwing it back to Setsuna. The other was able to grab and scratch at the man, but it was quickly stopped as Stain forced his hand down on Setsuna with a sword, breaking every bone in her hand.

Setsuna just growled as her arms reconnected while she was crouching.

“Had enough?”

Setsuna bounded at Stain again, only for the Hero Killer to just move to steps to the left and dodge.

“Please child… do not make this as hard as it already is,”

Setsuna jumped as she tried to attack again. Stain using his shoes kicked her hand into the wall, leaving a clean hole in Setsuna’s hand. Ripping away, Setsuna huffed as she saw her arm start to heal.

Attacking with her only good arm, Stain saw the sloppy work and grabbed Setsuna and flipped her over. Breaking the low end table near the door in the process, Setsuna stopped for a moment.

She finally got up close and tried to punch Stain with her good arm. Instead the man grabbed her arm and flipped her over the table, impaling her on the chair. Setsuna stopped there for a moment and groggily looked up.

“Had enough?” Setsuna processed to spit blood right up in his face. “Guess not,”

Setsuna roared as she got off and finally got a hit on stain. The hero killer staggered for a moment as blood began to pour into his mouth. Setsuna smiled as she saw that, that Trigger was as good as hers.

She waited and waited but nothing came. The man never let his guard down, but at some point she did.

“What’s a wrong little vigilante? Expecting something else?”

Setsuna growled as the hole in her chest slowly began to hurt less and less as she disconnected and using the rest of her Trigger high began to spin around Stain at breakneck speeds.

The hero killer had no idea what to do, he just looked around as Setsuna laughed.

“THAT TRIGGER’S AS GOOD AS MINE!”

As she did this she didn’t notice Stain’s eyes zooming in on a pattern. Using one of his chopsticks the hero killer used it as a throwing knife and pierced one of Setsuna’s eyes, nailing it to the wall.

The girl screamed as her body naturally began to come back together. Some parts closer to her head usually felt more pain, her eyes were the most common. She was barely able to see the chopstick glued to the wall as the rest of her vision was engulfed in a hand.

Setsuna was blind but was able to feel Stain holding her right eye.

“It seems that you’re too far gone for my liking,” The eyeball crushed. “It seems I have to push the idea into your head before anything else,” All of a sudden all of Setsuna’s body went limp, not just limping together to try and rearrange.

She felt the hero killer quickly place her body back together before dragging her by the hair.

<--->

She gasped for air before she was dunked again in cold water. The moment she tried to move she felt a cut and her body went limp again. Only for her hair to be pulled back and then pushed back into the ice-cold water.

“Had enough?” All Stain heard was a groan before he pushed Setsuna’s face back into the ice tub.

<--->

When she finally regained consciousness the ice had melted. Setsuna shakily began to become aware of her surroundings. She felt the harness on her armpits to stop her from falling into the tub.

Slowly the girl emerged and groaned. She was soaked. Her fingers were like raisins. Looking over to her right she saw two towels and a change of clothes. Looking to see the door to her bathroom was closed she began to change.

Three minutes later Setsuna opened the door to still hear the TV was on.

“Yes but then we have that entire villain factory vigilante case! Remember after that when the Crawler went to America with Captain Celebrity? If Fraction is offered the role of a hero then what's to say that more people with quirks don’t put in the effort and just decide to be vigilantes anyway!”

“Yes, but that's not the point! When the crawler's real name was found out! THe news noticed that he was in fact late for the UA entrance exams!”

Setsuna slowly walked into the empty room as she listened to the interview.

"If someone is so slow as to miss out on their high school exams then-,”

“Koichi Haimawari saved a drowning girl… we know this as the evidence had his name embedded onto the silver age all might jacket,”

“Yes but,”

“The boy risked his entire future just to save this one girl! He risked his entire future just to save her! And do you know what that girl grew up to be? The current number one idol in Japan at the moment Kazuho Haneyama,”

“W-well just because the person he saved doesn’t mean,”

“Then what about what he had done as the crawler? He took down numerous villains, worked with multiple heroes, help take down the most dangerous Trigger incident in recent history,” The reporter slammed his hands down. “Do I agree that the hero commission should hand out a licence to every vigilante… no! The leading case for vigilantism is for those who could not make it as a hero… and it's even more dangerous as well. They don’t have help from the police, or doctors, they do it all on their own. Now what I’m saying is that there needs to be something to be done without treating them as villains,”

“Yes -but,”

Setsuna heard the door unlock and swivel around. There she saw a rugged man come in with two bags filled with groceries.

He wore a hoodie and had a mask on, only his eyes were there. Setsuna just stood their as she saw Stain in casual clothes.

“Do you feel better?”

“Better?”

Stain sighed. “I just spent the past eight hours trying to mitigate your trigger addiction… By…”

“Trigger addiction… wait do you mean that the ice baths?”

“So you were conscious that's good,”

“...Okay?”

Stain lifted up the arm he had his bag on. “I have food,” Hearing the word Setsuna’s stomach growled. “Excellent… I did some shopping and I brought back ramen,” Stain looked at the television. “The recording repeats itself, I want you to watch it again,”

Setsuna still utterly confused that the hero killer offered to cook for her, she sat down and kept watching the Skycrawler.

<--->

“What? What is happening?”

Stain ate his Japanese fish cakes, he put his chopsticks down. “The crawler, do you know him?”

She scoffed. “I think he’s my best friend after you made me watch that three times,”

“The crawler was a vigilante that reminded me a lot of you. A hero candidate that was screwed by reality,” He sighed. “Before I was Stain I was the vigilante Stendehel, do you know him?” A shake. “It was before I killed those fakes, I went after criminals, a little like you,”

“You see me in yourself?”

“A little, I also saw your fights in the ring, I saw the potential that was squandered because you made it that way,”

She growled. “Well yeah, I got dealt with a lot of sh*t filled cards,”
“Just because you were,”

“I can still get into a hero school. I'm only in junior high. I’m after trigger because that's what ripped my family apart,”

“Oh?”

“My dad… my dad… he paid a debt using Trigger to cause… I don’t want to say it,” She shivered. “It was either that or anyone would use my quirk for organs… and now-”

“That's enough child… as much as I feel sympathy for you… There was no denying that you would have died before the end of the year with the current path you’re on,” He slid a photo towards her.

Setsuna picked up the image and stared at it. It was clearly an image of her during her first fight, but it almost looked like it wasn’t. Her skin looked almost dead, and based on her muscles… they had decreased in size. She remembered looking in the mirror just a few months ago, why were they smaller?

“Is this what… trigger does?”

“Only during excessive us such as yours. But it was quite easy with your regenerative properties and some differing drugs and forms of torture,” Setsuna didn’t even care about the last part, finally realizing what had occurred.

“So… what now?” She asked as Stain got up.

“You may have realized that there are two more murders on my list in this city. I aim to do as I please. And during that time I will take you under my wing, I will only find fakes to deal with big distributors, and I aim to take them down,”

“W-what? But why?”

“There are hundreds of fakes on my list, many of them are a part of organized crime, a potion of it is to trigger production and moving. I help you partially finish your work before I hand you back to whoever and we go our separate ways,”

“Wait wait hold up. So what you’re saying is that Stain, the hero killer? Want to keep a possible fake hero off the streets? Isn’t that just… glorified babysitting?”

“Yes I supposed so,”

Setsuna was too hungry to argue with the serial killer, especially with her stomach having impeccable comedic timing. THe embarrassed girl sat back down and finally took a gulp of Stain’s ramen.

Who knew that the man who used blades was also a fantastic cook?

Chapter 25: Timeskip

Chapter Text

Two months ago.

<--->

“So… You went behind out back? Potentially leaked classified documents so Tokage could go and play vigilante?”

Hitoshi shrugged. “Kinda?”

Shouta sighed seeing this. “You are on thin ice Hitoshi,” He said. “And you are lucky…”

“What? Why?”

Shouta sighed. “Because looking at your search history,” Hitoshi gulped. “Its fine for what you do, you visited some sites,”

“What kind of sites?”

“Illegal sites, illegal sites with bad code,” Shouta said. “Bade code that can be traced,”

<--->

“We’ll find her soon Imori, I just know it,”

The aunt just smiled. “You say that every single week Rumi,”

After figuring out her successors identity and losing her, Rumi had decided to try and comfort Imori. She would come around randomly, try and help her as much as she could… But to no avail.

“Listen… I just know it’ll happen soon… I’ve even looked down underground to find ehr… she’s going under a name of-”

“Just… don’t tell me what she’s been doing Rumi I… with Trigger involved I just can’t,”

“If that's the case… same time next week?”

“Yes… I quite enjoy your company,”

Rumi smiled as she started to leave, hearing a call from the head chief of police in Mustafu.

“Do you have a lead?” rumi yelled. “I swear you better have a lead otherwise I’ll-”
“We do have a leave,” Naomada said over the phone. “We have someone going already,”

“Who?”

“Shouta to…” She heard some rustling papers. “Jinsei-Aito cell services,”

<--->

“So uh… why are we up here?”

For some reason Stain had woken Setsuna up and had dragged her to an abandoned gym at three in the morning. It had closed down due to multiple lawsuits against sanitary violations. It was funny because she remembered that Asui wanted to go work out there years ago in order to become a hero.

She winced at the thought of her ex-amphibious friend, wondering if she was getting there.

Enough of that, she just wore the underlay of her vigilante costume, leaving the jacket, helmet and her fingerless gloves at home.

“We are here because of you,” Stain said.

“Me?”