Deku watched the computer screen. It's December 27th, two days after Christmas and currently, the leader's chat of the new website was active as every person wanting to be the leader of their own countries branch was answering the questions put out by Deku. They were simple questions at the start but they held deeper meanings to really assert the compatibility with Deku's thought of what a good leader should be.
Then it switched quickly to hard questions.
Then to super easy ones.
It flipped on and off to see how well they can think on the fly and see if the change would cause the competitors to either over access a question or underestimate it.
It was late, almost eleven at night, for his timezone that is, and the group was just finishing up. It might seem ridiculous to draw it on so long but if Deku was going to be the "Chief" of a world-wide "villain" organization he had to make sure that the branch leaders were fully able and could take his orders from afar without a problem.
Deku leaned back in his wooden chair in the apartment and let out a long sigh. Bubblegum looked up from the kitchen where she was currently making them both a cup of coffee. That was another thing to think about. It was pretty apparent by now to everyone in the Quirkless Rejects that she was pregnant, pretty hard to hide that baby bump. Furthermore, four days, well almost three considering the time left until she and Doom both left the Quirkless Rejects for an extended amount of time. It was understandable but still a hard pill to swallow.
To think, this coming new year it would be a whole year being together as the Quirkless Rejects, and this coming new year it will be the last time being with the original members.
He shook his head as Bubble put the cup of coffee next to his cracked laptop. "How is it going, Deku?" she asked quietly. The greenette took a sip of coffee. "Pretty good. I think I've got who I want to be the leader for each branch. I was just about to announce it."
"How?"
"I'm gonna tell the chat that I'm kicking anyone in it that isn't a leader from the leader's subtab. Their screens will go to the opening page of the website while the people I chose to be a leader will stay and receive a notification saying their new title."
The blonde nodded. "Well, I'm sure whoever you have chosen is the right pick." He smiled. "Thanks, Bubble. Have you gotten your bags packed?"
She nodded. "Yes, even though we will only be moving a few stories up."
"Yes, but if you want to raise your child "normally" this is for the best," the emerald-eyed teen stated. "None of us will stop you." "You will see us at the bakery, well you'll see Doom at least."
He looked at her with a deadpan look. Bubble sweatdropped. "I- I mean, I'm sure Mikumo will tell you all about us and even let you talk with us during our breaks!" Deku rolled his eyes and faced the screen again.
"Are you okay with us giving you a send-off at the warehouse?"
She looked shocked.
"Yeah... I assume you will put it on the main branch subtab as well?" Bubble questioned. Deku nodded. "Well, that's what it's there for, so every other branch knows what's happening in the main branch." "You won't put it in the events tab?" He shook his head.
"No, that's for the other branches to post fun stuff happening in their branches and for us to announce when a big "raid", as the members have started calling them, is happening.
Bubble nodded in understanding. She finished her coffee and stood up. "Well, I'm going to head off to bed." Deku nodded. "Night." Bubblegum took both their cups to the kitchen. She returned and placed a new cup from the leftovers of the pot next to Deku. "Goodnight, Deku."
He looked after her as Bubble disappeared. Then at the cup of coffee. He took a sip gratefully. Deku was going to be up all night. He still had to decide on coordinators.
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"YAAAAAWN!"
Izuku slumped over the worn sofa in the apartment. Dang Deku...
He had been up all night. When Deku had finally finished with whatever he was doing, Izuku was too tired to really remember, or care for that matter, Deku announced tiredly that he was done and forced someone else to be present. Mikumo denied it instantly because the main group gave Mikumo the day off from the bakery knowing this would happen.
So, in turn, Izuku got stuck with a gosh darn headache and bones that felt like lead.
"YAAAAAWN!"
He looked at the clock. Ten in the morning... TEN IN THE FREAKING MORNING! That's when Deku got off! Izuku couldn't bring himself to move from his awkward positioning on the couch before drifting off into the sweet dreams of sleep.
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'Where are you, brat!?'
'Tsk... Useless.'
...
'Just a useless Deku.'
'WHAT DID YOU SAY NERD!?'
'If you want a quirk THAT badly, take a swan dive off the roof and hope for one in your next life!'
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'Can someone be a hero without a quirk? No, I can't confidently say they can. It's good to dream kid but make sure your dreams are reachable.'
'I deem you worthy of my power. Izuku Midoriya, inherit my quirk!'
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'YOU, Number One hero, the great All Might! YOU took all my hopes, dreams, and aspirations and threw them out like TRASH!'
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'OPEN UP YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!'
'Don't raise your voice at me young man! I'm your mother!'
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'BRAT!'
'DEKU!'
'NERD!'
'A hero!? HA HA HA HA HA HA!'
'Be realistic!'
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'Goodbye...'
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Izuku jolted up screaming.
"Woah! Chill dude! It's just us!" Izuku whipped his head around to the familiar voice of Kirishima. He wasn't hung on the couch anymore, rather he was properly laying on it with a blanket and pillow. Only then did he notice that Tsu and Bakugou were there as well.
Bakugou...
'If you want a quirk THAT badly...'
Izuku instinctively froze in front of his childhood tormentor. NOPE! Mikumo quickly swapped places with Izuku. "Kirishima? Tsu? Bakugou?" He noticed Bakugou's eyes widening. SUCK! My makeup! "Woah, dude, I didn't know you had green eyes." "Or freckles, ribbit."
Mikumo shook his head and chuckled. "A- ah right. I was trying out green contacts today. I thought that they'd look cool but they don't really. A- and I usually hide my freckles, I feel they make me look washed out."
Kirishima patted his shoulder. "It's okay man! Are you okay though?" "Yeah," commented Tsu. "You were having a pretty bad dream, ribbit."
Deku nodded violently, immediately regretting it. "Yes, b- but my contacts are bugging me now, let me go take them out real quick." He quickly got up and sped off to the bathroom. He put in his blue contacts and applied makeup to cover his freckles. As he left, the bathroom to go back into the living room he checked the laptop. There was a message from Hisou.
Hisou:
Your friends are worried about you and are coming over so get ready.
<Mikumo has come online>
Mikumo:
That would have been GREAT TO KNOW
Mikumo closed the laptop and entered the living room.
"Say, Mikumo, your hair resembles the QR's leaders a lot, ribbit," stated Tsu. "Just more grown out." Mikumo reached up to feel it subconsciously.
Right, I was going to get a haircut.
You should leave it.
Why?
It might be for the best to, you know, let it go back to the start...
What do you mean by that, Deku?
...
Somewhere deep inside Mikumo knew exactly what Deku meant, he just refused to accept it.
"You alright Mikumo?" Mikumo looked at Kirishima. He grinned and nodded. "Yes, just thinking. I don't really know what the leader of the Quirkless Re..." "Rejects, ribbit." "Rejects' leader's hair looks like. I'm always busy working so I haven't really had the chance to look into it."
"Oh, do you have another job outside of the bakery?"
He nodded. "Yeah, kind of. Gotta pay the bills, you know?"
"Dude that's so manly!"
Mikumo ignored the piercing red eyes of Bakugou as the four chatted.