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Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 1, 2019 21:25:49 GMT -4
自由自在 stand clear, dumbass at work
Everything felt like it was moving so fast. A classmate he barely knew, suddenly kidnapped. A villain taunting them on the goddamn school chat with pictures of dead girls with red hair, and a battered body. Panic in UA, threats of detention, Chimera begging Yojin to come back to school, Rin and Darren asking him to help them fight. He couldn’t keep track of everything, didn’t know what to say, or who to help. If he told his classmates what to do, they’d go out and fight, and maybe die. If he told the teachers what he knew, then everything else would start to unravel. And he wasn’t stupid enough to try a rescue alone.
The only thread he had to grasp was an anonymous name on a deep web chatroom who claimed to be planning a rescue. It was a slender hope. A slender hope, made even more slender because it depended on him making flame-resistant armor within twelve hours.
What had he gotten himself into?
Then again, he worked best like this, didn’t he? Under pressure, without a design, with something real at stake; this was how he’d make his mark as the best goddamn craftsman in the world.
So the insanity could go fuck itself.
Yojin tossed his cellphone aside, letting it clatter along the top of his workbench. He was done trying to explain himself to Chimera, or anyone else. He’d told his parents he was okay. The rest of the world could wait.
He could feel his hands shaking with nervous energy as stood up and walked over to the garage door of the shop, slamming it shut and locking it, then turning off the crackling neon sign that spelled the words “Damage Control” atop his shop. Nothing was going to disturb him until he was done. It felt like he was beginning a ritual, a protective ward to seal away evil. Next, was a cigarette--his hands got steady as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a little white tube, and flicked his lighter, flame springing to life in his hands, turning the end of the smoke into a glowing red eye. He took a drag, and the world got sharper as his throat burned.
Then he sat down at his workbench, pulled out bolts of fabric, and a sketchpad, and started to work.
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Hours passed, but inside the shop, it felt like the world stood still.
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The pale glow of morning slipped through the shop’s windows like an invader, stealing back the normal passage of time. Yojin jumped at his desk, suddenly aware of the sound outside--the chatter of people on the street, and the roar of nearby cars as the city sprung back to life. How long had--
Yojin blinked, his eyes burning when he closed them, a hint of long he’d been at work. On the desk in front of him was an haphazard pile of trash; a teetering mountain of energy drinks, pile of cigarette butts, and mess of crumbled designs and scraps of fabric.
In the middle, pristine among the mess was the armor. Yellow fabric mesh over molded soft carbon fiber and kevlar, cut as close as he could to the measurements he’d gotten. It wasn’t done, though, not yet.
He stood from his desk, reaching out to pick up his phone, then frowning when he saw his hand was wrapped in a bandage so heavily he couldn’t close it.
How had he--right, he’d had to cut the fabric with a saw. And he’s slipped.
Yojin reached out with his other hand, a little clumsy, then opened up the deep web chatroom--Toyko Underground. He was too tired to be wordy, he just sent a quick DM.
Fix: Prototype is done. Need you for fitting. Here’s my address--come alone.
He dropped the phone, checking the charges he'd packed along the door as his "insurance," to make sure they were still connected. They looked good. Then, exhausted, he shambled over to the mini-fridge in the corner to grab a donut while he waited.
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Post by Crimson on Jan 1, 2019 22:46:17 GMT -4
Yuri Kobayashi Lightning Strike - Pop Star
To say Lightning strike was furious was a god damned understatement! How dare he, HOW DARE HE use her own fucking warehouse for this crap! Of COURSE she wouldn't go looking there, that was HER SPOT. That's where she brought G and Nick whenever they interrogated the villain, and it's where she regularly did her vigilante work. With all of this insanity going on with Haruuhi's kidnapping, of course she hadn't gone back...
It was only thanks to Haruuhi that Yuri was able to pinpoint where the girl was taken (Not knowing that G was just given the same information by someone else), and the vigilante was already getting dressed into her current Vigilante suit. It was a fire resistant, spandex type of material that hugged every single curve of her body. It was tight, uncomfortable and way too hot, but it's what she had to work with. She had been hoping that this 'Fix' character had been able to whip something up before she had to dart off to Haruuhi's rescue, but G was already gone ahead of her and she was running out of time.
Just as the girl pulled the hood over her head, her phone began to vibrate, indicating a message being received. When she opened it, she found the DM was from that Tokyo Underground chat, and from none other than Fix himself. She looked at the time and shook her head, unable to believe that he met the deadline he'd set for himself, to the minute. Color her impressed. It didn't look like the address was too far away either if she took the car.
"Just... hold out for me G... I promise we'll save her... Haruuhi doesn't deserve this..."
The woman stated as she turned off her phone, giving it a quick kiss as if that was enough to send off her message and ran outside and got into her car. She had a few vehicles, and this was one of the few she dedicated to her vigilante work, one that would be a little bit harder to trace, and one she didn't mind ditching if that need arose.
She drove off like a bat out of hell, pushing the boundaries of the speed limit signs as she moved. About 20 minutes to dodge and weave through traffic, but she would finally reach the address, stepping out of the car and locking it behind her. The woman moved quick, so quick in fact that if you weren't paying attention to her it was like she had just vanished completely. She had ran straight to the garage door as indicated, giving it a rushed knock. She was standing out here in her costume after all, and if this wasn't quick that would draw unwanted attention.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 2, 2019 19:55:50 GMT -4
自由自在 yojin's social skills can only be improved by lack of sleep.
Yojin jumped in his chair at the knock, nearly tipping over as he snapped back to alertness. He’d been drifting off. His brain felt slow and heavy.
Who’s here at this hour? I don’t open until after dark. Wait. Firebolt Pace.
Sitting down to wait had been a mistake. He stood back up, knots in his shoulders flaring to painful life, and grabbed the fresh pot of coffee that was steaming on the workbench, taking a swig. Burning agony immediately filled his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, letting out a inarticulate grunt of pain.
“Shit! Just a second!” He called out, panting to try to ease the pain of his burning mouth.
He looked around the shop furiously, trying to figure out if he’d left anything blatantly illegal out. The Osagawara fabric. Half finished weapons. Whatever. Pace clearly wasn’t legit either. As long as she didn’t somehow connect him to UA, she could see whatever she wanted. He grabbed a surgical mask from a box on one of the shelves, put it on, and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up, so only his eyes, forehead, and a bit of his hair was visible. Finally, he opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out an unremarkable looking TV remote. It was linked to a row of floodlights wired into the ceiling that faced the garage door, the battery that would send a (hopefully) non-lethal charge through the door and doorframe, and the steel pipe that could be released to swing through the door. Originally, he’d added them to deal with the gang that had been bothering him. Since the Toyko5 hijack, he’d been planning on upgrading them to deal with Quirkers, but hadn’t had the time.
Well, here was hoping she wasn’t going to rob him and steal the suit, or was secretly actually working for Thundershock or something. He pressed the biggest button on the remote, and the garage door opened, flooding his shop with the harsh light of day.
Yuri got a clear view of the inside of the shop while Yojin was blinking the spots out of his eyes. If damage was being controlled, it certainly wasn’t happening inside the garage. It looked like Yojin’s workshop had originally been an auto-repair shop, but had been abandoned until fairly recently. The walls were thick concrete, lined with shelves stacked with tools, half-assembled machinery, and all sorts of spare parts, with narrow windows with busted out panes along the top, and a metal roof. Along one side of the room sat a half-dozen mannequins, many of which had missing and broken limbs and chipped, peeling paint, each decked in a suit of rough, unpainted armor in a variety of styles. The other side looked like more of a workspace--it had an “L”-shaped desk facing the door, the surface covered in papers, empty drink cans, and cigarette butts, and a mini-fridge, coffee machine behind it. In the center of the room was a giant car lift, currently lowered, with a tricked-out black and yellow moped leaning against it.
As Yojin’s eyes adjusted to the sudden surge of light, he got a better look at his customer. They were...something. He’d expected a small woman from the measurements he’d gotten, and she certainly was that. Christ, her outfit was bright. Not bad. But. Revealing. It screamed “vigilante.” And possibly “exhibitionist.” Though it was really only legs showing. Nice legs, though. Huh. Wow. She really was short.
Shit, was he staring?
“Hey, I’m um...Fix.” He said, his voice flat and dry. At least his mask made his expression hard to read. He stepped forward, offering his hand to shake out of instinct. “Firebolt Pace, right?”
As he held out his hand, he realized it was wrapped in a hankerchief, bandaged from the cut he’d gotten easier. Oops. Too late to take it back, though.
“I’ve got coffee, if you like. Tea as well, and energy drinks. I’m just going to need to make sure it fits, and you can move correctly.”
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Post by Crimson on Jan 2, 2019 23:19:55 GMT -4
Yuri Kobayashi Lightning Strike - Pop Star
It took a bit longer than the pop idol would have liked for Fix to answer his door. She kept looking around herself nervously, thinking of sprinting back to her car when she finally heard a voice from inside telling her that the person inside wouldn't be long. She bit her lower lip anxiously, tapping her foot until the garage door finally began to open. She took a step back out of reflex, every nerve in her body already on high alert with this whole kidnapping business.
When the garage door was finally fully open, Yuri had a good look at the contents inside. It was, for all intents and purposes, a grease monkeys paradise. A regular old garage full of various parts and equipment with even a desk facing outwards ready to d business. Yuri didn't waste time by the door though, sprinting inside immediately and side stepping so that she wasn't in clear view of the garage door. She didn't suddenly dart towards Fix or anything, but at least now Fix didn't have a brightly colored Superhero at their front door. That was as much for him as it was for her.
"Heya Fix~ You are a lot younger than I thought you'd be! Jeeze, how old are you, and you're already selling support gear? woooo impressive! Oh, you can actually just call me Lightning. Lightning Strike is my code name, but I use a bit of an alias on that underground chat. Never really know who's watching right?"
She said light heartedly, smiling brightly towards the younger boy and reaching for his hand as he extended it. She paused though as she glanced down to the bandage, blinking a few times before raising an eyebrow. Hopefully he hadn't hurt himself this bad because of the support gear she had asked about? Instead of taking his hand she would let her hand slide forward to take his forearm in a bit more of a 'manly' sort of handshake, so that she could avoid irritating his injury.
"No thanks on the drinks Fix, we need to try this on and fast. We got a location on the girl that was kidnapped, and her dad's moving in on the Villains now. I know their location, so we need to get this on and get going. If it's got bugs, we're going to find out the hard way. I'm really impressed you got anything functional ready to show off so fast!"
Yuri's speech was fast, not only because of the stress she was under to get in and get out, but she was naturally fast at just about everything! after her quick entry, it would become that much more apparent what her quirk entailed.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 4, 2019 14:39:48 GMT -4
自由自在 yojin abruptly remember he's a teenager.
Okay, so Firebolt Pace--or Lightning Strike, now, was really distracting. God, Yojin was glad he was wearing a mask. His face must have been on fire. Did he really come off as young? He’d hoped he’d he seemed older as Fix. Wait. How old was she anyway? She didn’t sound that much older than him. In her twenties, at the most.
“Gotcha.” He muttered, clearing his throat awkwardly. He needed to focus. On his job. Not on his hormones. “Old enough, I suppose.”
Somehow, that didn’t seem like enough. He scrambled for something clever to say.
“Maybe I’m just short, and you hurt my feelings.” He added. “I mean...nevermind.”
Really? That was terrible.
He bit down on his lip, hard, to keep himself from making any further stupid comments, and turned his back on her, walking over to his desk and shoving the papers aside. His face was actually burning now. Ugh. He really didn’t want to deal with this right now. Would it be rude if he just asked her not to talk?
Yes. Yes it would.
The job. Yojin reached down, picking up the chestplate he’d made, and turning back to Lightning Strike for her to see. It looked like a form-fitting, padded vest, painted in the same red and yellow as her current outfit. And to a layman, it looked entirely finished.
“Your armor. Now. Couple things. Normally, I’d apply hydrophobic paint to keep you dry, keep it clean, and um...repel...bloodstains.” He mumbled, his voice more confident and steady now that he was talking about his work. “That takes two days to dry, though, so I’ll have to do it after this. Second, it’s missing padding on the side of the torso, and back of the legs. I need to cast that, and it needs to cool, which again, takes days.”
He bit his lip, frowning at the flaws in his work, and embarrassed to admit them to a customer. A very pretty customer. But he wasn’t going to lie.
“I’d like to add more insulation for the wires in the gauntlet--um--maybe when I have a better idea about your quirk. Also, if they’re for electricity which--I’m just guessing.” He shrugged, they’d barely been mentioned in the list of measurements and specifications he’d gone for. “Silver will give you a little better conductivity than copper, and is less likely to irritate your skin. But I didn’t have any silver on hand for...some reason.”
The last bit was said dryly, as Yojin looked around his shop, which was very clearly not a high-end sort of place.
“But um. You’re interested in the heat resistance, mostly, I guess. It’s--” Well, he still wasn’t entirely certain what the Osagawaru fabric is. “It’s good up to 350 C. You will cook before it burns. But just in case…”
Yojin flipped the chestplate over, bending it to show a fabric seam on the inside, with large threads criss-crossed across it somewhat messily.
“Run a blade along those threads, and it’ll rip open so you can get it off quickly if like...someone comes at you with acid.”
Yojin shrugged, out of things to say, grinning a little behind his mask. Maybe it wasn’t done yet, but he could at least be proud.
“Anyway, chestplate, leggings, boots, gloves. Try them on, walk around, make sure they don’t pinch and aren’t too lose.” He finished.
A moment later, his brain caught up to the fact that he’d just asked the VERY ATTRACTIVE customer to change in the middle of his...dirty mechanic’s shop. His face started burning. Again.
“Um. Ah...right. There’s a bathroom. Door right behind me. I should...really set up a changing room. Soon. Um. Sorry. Usually I don’t work this fast.” He mumbled, desperately trying to elaborate on what he’s said. “So. You know the girl that got kidnapped?”
Smooth recovery.
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Post by Crimson on Jan 4, 2019 22:12:53 GMT -4
Yuri Kobayashi Lightning Strike - Pop Star Yuri would blink a few times as Yojin proclaimed that he was just short and that she'd hurt his feelings. She looked a little bewildered by his statement but then caught herself chuckling a little bit at his response. She was about to respond, even reaching out for a head pat until Yojin turned his back on her and began walking away towards his desk. Instead she just opted to smile and place her hands on her lips.
"Well I'm very sorry if I did! Most people wouldn't complain abut looking young though! hehe."
She let out a soft chuckle, bringing her right hand up to her lips in order to ensure it remained just a chuckle of amusement, and not to seem as if she was laughing at him. She really wasn't, since she thought it was absolutely adorable that the boy was so flustered! And this was her in her gear, imagine if she was here as regular ol pop star Yuri! Maybe she should throw in some tickets to whatever his asking price was going to be... no, that would just give herself away and just give herself another loose end. Not that someone selling support equipment on the dark market was very trustworthy anyways.
Her thoughts were then interrupted by Yojin who began going over the pieces of armor on the suit. She gave a nod as she walked over to the desk, leaning in to get a closer look at the suit, studying it's varying angles as Yojin moved it this way and that to give her a better view of it inside and out. He really didn't cut corners, given his short deadline... it was way more impressive than what she had expected to come across, and the b est part was that it wasn't even done! It was also different from her current suit... while the current style gave her a more "Cute" look to her, this one made her feel like she'd look much, much cooler in it! A grin spread over her face as she would just not in time to Yojin's explanations. There was a lot of stuff in there she didn't fully understand, but as long as it supported her where she needed it, then this was perfect! She could always come back after kicking her dad's ass and give him time to properly finish it... if it proved to be good, maybe she'd even hire this kid more often.
When he finally got around to asking about her quirk, he mentioned her ability to create lightning and once more, nodded at that... though the heat resistance part of this suit wasn't exactly because she was afraid of burning herself with the lightning...
"Well, the very basic term for my quirk would be Super Speed, actually. Everything about me moves fast, down to the very cells that make me up, so when I run I tend to heat up really fast. When I first discovered this, it led to a lot of... embarrassing naked encounters. This suit is fine to prevent that, but it's really just fabric and doesn't give me any protection anywhere I really need it. So this... man it might not be finished but it's perfect! Let's try this puppy on, hunh!"
She said excitedly as she snatched the suit in her excitement, careful to hold the armor so that it didn't smack against anything around them. She would then quickly dart towards the indicated bathroom, leaving a streak of temporary red and yellow colors in her wake.
The door closed behind her and Yuri quickly stripped out of the tight suit she normally wore, careful to keep her mask over her eyes in the event that this kid turned out to be a psycho pervert, or just used this time as an excuse to learn of everyones identities.... (not that a mask would really be enough to hide that if he was watching).
Yuri first adjusted her hair, tying it up into a loose ponytail to get it out of the way. She would then slip in one leg, then the next and promptly hoisted the material up so she could get her arms in. As she was changing, she heard Yojin ask her about Haruuhi, and her heart began to sink as she got dressed just a little bit faster.
"Yeah. Complicated history, but she's like a little sister to me. My family's a little more involved in this situation than I would like."
She admitted as she zipped up the suit, put on the gloves and put on the boots. Everything fit perfectly! It wasn't as tight as her previous suit, and it was a lot heavier but it felt MUCH more comfortable! She didn't feel quite as exposed, and wondered if this would affect how fast she could move at all?
She would then step out of the changing room, stretching one arm back behind her head, then doing the same to the other one to test her arms mobility. She then hopped up and down and ran a quick lap around the lab before skidding to a stop in front of the garage door.
"So?! I can move really easy in this thing. It's fantastic! And you said it's not even done? Jeeze... if you can whip something like this up this fast, I can't wait to see what you can do when I come back. Hehe! Alright, ready to take this sucker for a spin? You wanted to watch right? You can jump in my car and I can give you a ride~"
She offered with a happy smile, leaning down as she started doing a few squats to make sure the suit continued to move nimbly with her frame. At the first sign of a hiccup, she would change back into her old clothes for this... nothing could go wrong in this rescue... she had to be there for G and Haruuhi.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 15, 2019 12:19:09 GMT -4
自由自在 so, is this a lannister thing?
“Wait, speed?” Yojin blurted out, a moment too slow on the uptake. She was already gone. “You should have mentioned. Definitely come back after this. I--um--bring a pair of shoes, too, that you’ve worn while running. I’m going to need to remake your entire leg armor!”
Ugh. That had sounded way too demanding. But goddammit, she should have mentioned earlier. He’d never worked on armor for a hyper-fast runner before, so he was only working off of theory, but the boots were going to like...six times as important as he’d planned. He needed to see what her strike was like. Shoe companies had gotten this down decades ago, dammit. Ugh. She was going to be breaking them in on her first mission.
He needed to do something, anything to distract himself from any more stupid remarks, so he walked over to his bike, doing a quick mental check of what he was going to need if he was actually going to go in person to watch this. It still seemed crazy. Helping make a Vigilante a costume to rescue Haruuhi was one thing. Going in person to watch Vigilantes throw down with Thundershock’s gang of crazy quirkers was a very short step from actually fighting himself. And that--that was the depth of stupid.
His bike looked and sounded fine, full fuel, a little canister of nitrous strapped the side, and all the right wires and pipes in place. Unfortunately, it was pretty recognizable. He’d spray-painted it himself, so it was covered in yellow, spikey flames.
Well, he wasn’t about to repaint it. He grabbed a roll of black duct tape off a shelf, and started doing the best job he could to cover it, listening to Strike talk as he worked.
Duh. Terrible subject. “Hey, you related to the girl who got beaten within an inch of her life and might be dead? Sucks. By the way, you doing anything friday?”
It was a good think Lightning Strike was in another room, really. Not even Yojin’s mask could have hidden the way his face was burning. With his lack of sleep, it was no wonder he was off his game, but that wasn’t a very high bar in the first place. He probably should just stop talking. He didn’t want another Tachibana incident.
Not that Strike seemed anywhere near that level of crazy, despite being a vigilante.
Anyway. He had his Camera. He had his toolbag. No weapon beyond the wrenches, a blowtorch, and a crowbar, but he was hoping he didn’t need one. The welding mask he used as a disguise. It seemed like he was all set.
Still, even if he was dropping the subject, he had to wonder what exactly Strike meant by a “complicated family situation.” He’d had no idea what Haruuhi’s family was like. The Bucket-prick had mentioned something about Thunder wanting her daughter back, but Strike had said Haruuhi’s father was a vigilante? And that she was “like” a little sister to Strike as well.
It sounded like a mess--the kind he’d need a chart to untangle. It might end up worth it in the end, though, if only to find out more about a classmate that was obviously playing stuff close to her chest.
Yojin jumped when the bathroom door came open, and Strike came flying out, watching with pride as she flew around the shop. Even if he saw the flaws in the suit, it was nice that she enjoyed it. He hoped it held up. They were both trusting it.
“Thanks. I was going to take this.” He replied to the offer of a car, patting his moped. “It fits through narrow alleys better, and it’ll be easier to get there unnoticed.”
Now that Lightning Strike had a different angle, she’d be able to see something that had previously been hidden by the angle behind Yojin’s desk. There was a giant corkboard against the wall, one half covered in pinned schematics and receipts, but the other half was a messy sprawl of photographs, layed on top of each other so densely many weren’t distinguishable. They all appeared to be of heroes, vigilantes and villains--some clearly printed off the internet, others taken in person. Every photo was covered in writing--pen marks, notations next to arrows pointing out different parts of their costume. It was like some sort of low-tech database--or maybe a conspiracy theorist’s wall.
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Post by Crimson on Jan 19, 2019 22:25:09 GMT -4
Lightning Strike Yuri Kobayashi - Pop Star
"Yeaaaaah, sorry about that!"
LightningStrike had called out from the bathroom as Yojin basically scolded her for not telling him her actual quirk. The tone of his voice sounded like he was pretty angry with her for this, which meant that the suit might not hold up as well as she had hoped... but she didn't worry too much about it, so long as it was able to resist the super heated friction of her body moving so fast it was going to be fine.
She zoomed back out into the main part f the garage, all smiles as she turned this way and that, admiring every angle of her body and how the suit fit to her. Even with the bulkier armor she wasn't used too she looked like a real comic book super hero!
"I couldn't really tell you my quirk, I know full well there are villains in that chat, and the last thing I need is any of them knocking at my door or tracking me down you know? I figured I'd just tell you when I met you so we could figure this out once this whole mess is done."
She told him, hoping that her explanation would be good enough to assure Yojin she wasn't trying to screw him over and was just trying to protect herself.
Whenever Yuri suggested taking her car however, Yojin suggested taking his moped instead and Yuri couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She was about to tell him he should get a motorcycle instead but then remembered that he was probably too young for one. For a kid, a moped would just have to do wouldn't it. She brought her hand up to her chin, knowing she could run just as fast as the moped, but ultimately that would be a waste of energy.
"Mind giving me a lift then? The less traffic going there the better, and if I die well, you can have my car as a bonus, kay?"
She said with a joking smile as she would give the garage one final look over before the two would get ready to go. There were many curiosities in Yojin's garage, but Yuri's curiosity just wasn't there t be piqued at the moment. They had to get out and same Haruuhi.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 30, 2019 15:44:11 GMT -4
“Sure. Hop on.” Yojin replied automatically, rolling his shoulders and sliding onto the moped, flickering his quirk to bring the engine purring to life. The second after the words left his mouth, he felt heat rush to his face. Crap. He hadn’t been thinking. What he just agreed to? He wasn’t a puritan, it was just...there was room for two people on the bike, but Strike was going to be pressed right up against his back.
Curse his generous nature and lack of sleep. He didn’t need to go into this tired and distracted. But he’d already agree, and it did make sense--
Glad, once again, for the mask, Yojin cleared his throat. “-Um. That depends, though. Is it a nice car?”
Maybe he should just focus on not talking instead. Yojin bite his lip, letting out a long, exhausted sigh under his mask. Fuck. He was really doing this, wasn’t he? A couple heists, one or two run ins with low-level Yakuza, and a total of zero real fights among them, and he was driving straight into the lion’s den. Thundershock. The villain who’d barely been beaten by Darkshine. Who’d broken out of Semper Fi. Thundershock, his pet shirtless psychopath, and whatever thugs a quirked-up Yakuza boss could muster.
Yojin really hoped Strike’s friends were up to it. God, he barely knew her, or even Haruuhi, but he didn’t want to see anyone die. UA would--
Fuck, if a student died, UA would probably get closed down. And Yojin couldn’t call that the wrong choice.
If there was any time Yojin wished he could believe in a merciful god, it was now.
But he hadn’t been stupid enough to think there was any justice in the world for a while.
He shook his head, kicking the moped into gear, and rolling up to the garage door, waving for Strike to get on.
“So. Um. First thing--where are we going?”
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