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-Denki's POV-
6 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 5 hours.
That's how long they had been gone.
They, as in Hanta, Enjiro, Yaomomo, and Kyoka.
Kyoka, who he'd started dating a month prior to the disappearance.
Kyoka, who'd been dragged along by Sero, Kirishima, and Yaomomo on their snack run.
Kyoka, who'd he and Yaomomo had encouraged to join them, despite not being able to go himself because Bakugou was on his case about homework.
Kyoka, who, like the rest of the group, didn't come back.
Kyoka, who'd been pronounced dead by the Hero Commission three months ago. Like the rest of the group.
He didn't know what to do.
Currently, he was in class, not really paying attention to Aizawa's lecture, when Aizawa had gotten a call.
"What? I-"
Aizawa paled.
"Does it have now? ... Fine. Don't blame me when they react badly." He hung up.
"Sensei?" Iida asked, concerned. "What happened?"
He said nothing, merely turning on his computer and turning it around for the class to see. The news was on.
"-that a villain has rampaged through North Musutafu Mall. There are reports of 27 civilians killed, police are attempting to identify the bodies. Witnesses have reported that the villian in question, interestingly enough, made no effort to hide their features, having raven-black hair, red eyes, sharp teeth, and various scars over his body, appearing to having been from burns, explosions, or acid. His quirk is unknown. "
Aizawa shut the computer. "Nezu has reason to believe that this villian has something to do with Kirishima's, Sero's, Yaoyorozu's, and Jirou's disappearance. He also told me to tell you not to go after him."
Aizawa looked at all of them. "However, I know you all better than that. I will make sure I am at least involved in the investigation, and I will give you updates. Unless I say otherwise, you cannot attempt to help in ways that puts yourself or others in danger. Do I make myself clear?"
Shouts of "Yes, Sensei!" And "Yes, sir!" rang out throughout the classroom.
Well, he thought, now he could do something. To try and find her, at least.
-?'s POV-
He wasn't the only one.
He still couldn't process that.
Why!?! That's all he wanted to know. It didn't matter now. When they had failed him and the others, the League didn't. . He'd show them the consequences of their actions.
He'd managed to get the brace off, at least. And he had begun his rampage. Then, it was to tell them that they'll pay. But now?
He'd be hunting them. Starting with the two who'd caused him the most pain.
-Mina's POV-
She and Katsuki were doing a mock patrol together. They'd invited Denki to join them, however he'd declined. He'd been like that since the Hero Commission... stopped looking.
"Dunce face's got to stop refusing our attempts to help him."
"I know! He's going to have to let us in at some point. I-"
She was cut off when we heard a crash somewhere in front of us. Where we couldn't see what caused it.
"The fuck?"
When they rush forward to investigate, they were dumbfounded by what they saw.
There, right in front of them, was the villian described on the news earlier. However, the description of the scars failed to tell them just how horrible they were. It looked as though acid and explosions were set upon them at the same time. Around his wrists, it looked as though someone had tightened cuffs around them. And the villain's hands were hardened, making them clawlike. The villain looked disturbingly familiar.
Wait... hardened?
She took another look. And another. And another. No, it couldn't be...
"...Enjiro?"
-Katsuki's POV-
There was no fucking way he had heard Raccon Eyes right. There was no fucking way that was Enjiro. The Enjiro he knew had shitty red hair that was spiked upward. The Enjiro he knew had kind eyes, not these fucking insane ones. The Enjiro he knew wasn't a fucking mass murderer.
Yet...
"Why so surprised, Pinky?"
His voice confirmed it. Why? Why wad laced with this... this venom?
"Fuck, Shitty Hair, what happened to you?"
Enjiro looked at him. "Why are you asking, Dynamight? I'd expect you to know what you, you both, did to me! And I'd also expect you both to know actions have consequences! I'll show you both that I can paint this city red with your BLOOD!"
He lunged towards them, hardened clawlike hands extended.
-Aizawa's POV-
When he'd gotten a call from the police that Ashido and Bakugou were found unconscious in a bloodied alleyway, he was as worried as he should have been. Perhaps a criminal that was trying to flee a scene with a knockout gas quirk, who'd been shot.
When he'd been told they were wounded, he was as worried as he should have been. Maybe a minor villain caught them by surprise.
When he arrived at the scene, he was downright horrified.
From the damage on the walls, Bakugou hadn't been using his strongest explosions, and Ashido hadn't been using very corrosive acid. Blood was everywhere, and it wasn't hard to figure out who's is was, sadly. Ashido and Bakugou had already been sent to a hospital, but it was hard to figure out where they'd been laying. But one thing stood out in it all.
A message.
"Blood Riot was here".
He visited Ashido and Bakugou in the hospital as soon as possible. When he saw their condition, he was terrified of who the villain that did this was. They could still do hero work, but... the scars they'd have. Claw marks, all over their bodies. The scars on their faces made it harder to recognize them.
Ashido woke up soon after he processed this. One eye was closed. Good god, did they make her half-blind?
"Sensei...?"
Right, focus.
"I'm right here. Ashido, I'm going to ask you a few questions, alright?"
She nodded.
"Do you know who attacked you and Bakugou?"
She hesitated. "It was the villain who attacked that mall."
He knew she wasn't saying everything, but he didn't press her further.