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Kirishima's P.O.V. continued...
Later that night
I unlocked my door and Bakugo and Kaminari followed me in. I collapsed on my couch burying my head in my hands. I could hear a stack of papers slam onto my coffee table and then Bakugo sat in a chair opposite of me.
"This is the report we need to finish from today. Fatgum wants a review meeting tomorrow to go over our next step."
"(Y/n)... she was there..." I tossed the guitar pick on top of the papers and we all stared at it.
"Wait you two didn't mention that (Y/n) was there!"
"Kirishima asked me not to say anything to Fatgum when we reported in afterwards."
"But why Kirishima? Why withhold that from Fatgum?"
"Her eyes... she looked terrified. Like she was scared if what she was doing. She was controlling her flames so they wouldn't burn the buildings close by, just the trigger lab was burned."
"But why is she working with the league?

(Y/n) P.O.V.
"Kurogiri, another one."
"Fine, but I'm cutting you off after this one."
"So my child, how did your first task go today?"
"Hello Father. It was fine, I did as I was told."
"That's good. I didn't want to have Dabi lock you up again."
"What, don't think two solid years of solitary confinement and being tortured by that blonde freak was enough? What a shame. I'll miss it."
I stood up and started walking to my room.
"I wasn't done, we needed to discuss the next mission."
"Ask Twice, or Dabi. I'm not interested in your wants at the moment."
"Still not wanting to cooperate I see."
"I'm going for a walk. Don't wait up for me."
"I gave you freedom and the ability to do what you wanted. Don't abuse it."
"Fuck off 'dad'.. I'll be back." 
Toga ran up to me out of nowhere "oooh, will you bring me back some of those chocolates you bought last time? They were delicious!"
"Sure." I walked out the door and onto the street. It was almost 2 in the morning, the streets were empty and quiet. I noticed someone scouting on a walk I had taken a couple weeks ago and ever since them, I've been trying to find them.
I went to a nearby building and walked up to the roof. I searched by rooftop for almost an hour before finding my target. I hopped a few more rooftops and was finally behind him. A smirk stretch onto my face as I walked closer.
"Hold it kid. Don't make me do anything."
"Mr. Aizawa. It's been awhile."
"Aren't you old enough to not be calling me that anymore?"
He turned around and activated his quirk. "Relax, I have no interest in using my quirk, especially on a hero. I saw you a couple weeks ago hopping over an alleyway to another rooftop. Been looking for you ever since." I sat down where I was and continued. "I have some very valuable information on the league if you want it."
"And in exchange?"
"Freedom. Get me away from my Father and Shigaraki."
"Does this mean you aren't the villain everyone assumes you became?"
"First of all, ew. I would never become one of them. They locked me in solitary confinement for two straight years. I only saw that maniac once a week for torturing and a tray of food sliding under my door once a day, barely enough to keep me alive. Even got some pretty nasty scars from the maniac."
"So why the attack today?" 
"They threatened to kill me mom and..."
"Kirishma. After all these years, you still have a soft spot for the boy?"
"Two years is a lot of time to think Mr. Aizawa. I still love the stupid red head. Take me now, make up a story of how I was arrested and in police custody. Run the story first thing in the morning and I'll help you take the bastards down."
"Let's go then."
"First we need to make a stop."
Aizawa nodded at me and used his scarf on me and hopped across the rooftops until we were at a police car. He put me in the back and told the officer where to take us. It only took about 30 minutes to get there, but we finally arrived. Aizawa and I walked up to the door and he knocked. I stood behind him hoping for an answer. Finally the door opened.
"Aizawa? Wait... (Y/n)?"
"Todoroki, I need to talk to Endeavor."
He motioned for us to come in and closed the door. Endeavor was in their dining room sitting at their table.
"What is the meaning for this?" 
"Endeavor sir? I need to talk to you. I felt that this was information that you wouldn't want to be told at your agency. It's about your son."