"Can I see?" He asked after many failed attempts of sneaking behind my back. 
                          
"Pay up," I said as I looked him dead in the eyes.
                          
His face morphed from what looked somewhat like an excited puppy, to a terrified deer on the highway.
                          
"W-what?" He asked with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. I saw from the corner of my eyes that Aizawa's eyebrows were shot up with wide eyes and Mei's eyebrows were scrunched together and mouth open.
                          
I looked at each of them one at a time with a completely emotionless face until I went back to the shocked Shinso. I sighed and reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. Through their shock, they didn't have enough time to react to my taking pictures of each of their faces until I put it back in my pocket.
                          
"The looks on your faces are priceless," I snorted and then burst out laughing.
                          
"What the hell was that?! You looked dead serious! It was sorta scary how you looked," Hatsume said as she recollected herself and shivered slightly.
                          
"Awwh, thanks," I smiled innocently as I looked at the slightly amused, slightly annoyed, slightly impressed, slightly mad, but overly emotionless as always Shota at the door who just shook his head slightly with a sigh.
                          
"S-so, I don't have to pay you?" Hitoshi asked, still in shock.
                          
"Of course not! I was the one who practically begged you to let me make this, and if I was going to make you pay I would've said upfront. Besides, we're friends so I'm not taking your money, that'd just be weird!"
                          
"Oh thank All Might. I'm flat broke," Shinso visibly relaxed as me and Mei snickered.
                          
"Try getting a job?" I suggested with a laugh. He pouted at me, clearly too lazy to even think of the idea realistically.
                          
"Can I see it now?" He asked impatiently.
                          
"Fine, fine," I pulled it out from behind my back and his eyes went wide as he stared at it.
                          
It was a black mask that covered the lower half of his face with purple accents that matched his eyes and hair. It had some texture on the side that was actually from my screw up when I put Goldberg's logo on it and then tried getting it off and making it look intentional. It was slightly boxy, but that was Hitoshi's request. If it were me, I'd make it as thin as possible.
                          
"HOLY SHIT! THIS THING LOOK PROFESSIONALLY DONE!" He gawked as he grabbed it gently and put it on. 
                          
"Whoa, that really does look cool! How does it work?" Mei asked as she began walking over and inspecting it.
                          
"I made a manual," I deadpanned as I gave them a thumbs up and pulled out a booklet.
                          
"You made an owners manual?" Shota asked slowly from his new spot near us with a raised eyebrow.
                          
"Yeah, if I tried explaining it I'd just start muttering and no one would understand me. Besides, I didn't want to forget anything," I sighed slightly as I pouted about knowing how carried away I can get.
                          
"Holy! How many pages are in this?!" Hatsume asked as she started flipping through with Hitoshi.
                          
"Yeah, that'll probably take you a while to get through..." I scratched my head as I saw the slightly worried look on Shinso's face. "Don't worry, most of that is special features that you don't need as much. The main thing you need to know is how to record and switch voices. Once you use it a bit, it should become muscle memory."
                          
"How long exactly did you spend on this?" Aizawa asked as he glanced at the manual.
                          
"Uhmmm... about 2 hours to plan, 7 hours to build, and an hour or 2 to decorate... so about 11 hours."
                          
"HOLY FUCKIN-"
                          
"Language Hatsume," Shota lectured as he activated his quirk on her.
                          
"Sorry," she laughed nervously.
                          
"ThiS IS So cOoOl! I Can'T bELieVe yOu mAde iT So fAsT," everyone stopped and stared wide eyed at Hitoshi who's voice kept changing pitch and every now and then changing to his, mine, younger Kacchan's, and Shota's.
                          
"Oh yeah, I added Kacchan when I was testing if it worked on videos. It was an old video from when we were like 3 so that's why it sounds like a kid."
                          
"Wait," Mei said in a serious tone that made all of us look at her as she stood with a downcast gaze, "you know what this means right? We have access to Katsuki's voice. Not only that, but his voice from when he was 3. We hold so much power right now."
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"Good night Mom!" I called as I closed her door and went into my room.
                          
I sat down at my computer and typed in my many passwords. Once in, I saw that I had a new order, from a new customer nonetheless.
                          
I opened it and immediately got a bad gut feeling.
                          
This new client had sent in a large request for multiple gas masks and weapons, including some sort of needles. 
                          
Something about this doesn't feel right...