Mind Boggled

Chapter 34

Third person pov

Harper knew her laugh wasn't the worst sound ever, but as she got ready for her first day back at UA, she couldn't help but cringe as she thought back to the events that had taken place just a day prior. She and Kirishima had tumbled onto the floor, him gaping and sputtering over her terrifying Endeavor reveal and with her still cackling. Tsukauchi had never seen her lose it like she was, and was stuck between assuming she was experiencing a mental break, being happy she was laughing, and lecturing her about sneaking out. He never got the chance to do any, because she accidentally snorted, and Sansa almost suffocated as his snickering devolved into something stronger. Her laughter had always sounded like a pig having an asthma attack, but that didn't mean she was used to how atrocious it was.

Kurogiri and Dabi warped in moments after they did, immediately assuming there was an excited potbelly pig on the premise, when really it was just her finding sick humor in Kirishima's stunned expressions and the thoughts that went along with it. It had taken forever to calm her down, because her laughter had made Kurogiri start laughing too. His was the roll-on-the-floor kind, which only served to crack Sansa up further. Kirishima eventually fell into it too, prompting Tsukauchi to join. Dabi just stared off into the distance like Jim from the office, already regretting taking the job. Harper couldn't blame him.

After they managed to gather themselves up, Kirishima was brought into the inner circle completely, with full introductions and an offer to come eat dinner with them sometimes. Sansa and Tsukauchi performed the 'initiation' they'd been planning since Hosu. It wasn't much other than both of them wearing matching black shades and Tsukauchi shredding on the electric guitar he kept in his closet while Sansa performed his rendition of 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' by AC/DC. Harper wasn't sure why they chose that song, but even she couldn't deny it was sort of epic. Even with how much Sansa's voice fell off tune. Not to mention Tsukauchi's guitar skills were apparently top notch. Dabi had been in punk-rock awe. 

This all brought them to now. The moment Harper left for school. Tsukauchi and Sansa would be driving her, watching her to make she got into the building safely, and then picking her up. They'd given Kirishima very specific instructions to walk her out and to their vehicle, which he'd been thrilled about. Harper was too afraid of what her faux dad and his partner would do if they found out the redhead had a crush on her, so kept her trap shut about it. They'd probably ban him from existence, which really wasn't something they had the power to do, but Sansa was surprisingly resourceful when he wanted to be. None of this was even a part of the real issue at hand. The problem was... well, Kurogiri really didn't seem too keen on the idea of her leaving.

"No, no, no, nooooo!" The man had literally wrapped himself around her legs. Like a koala. He was sobbing hysterically on top of that, which wasn't helping. Harper couldn't fucking blame the guy for acting like she was marching off to her execution, because she may as well have been. UA was a death trap, and you couldn't convince her trash ass otherwise. Nezu? A fucking tool, through and through. Aizawa? Could kill you with his thoughts alone. His positivity terrified her. Mic? Screamed at everything. Always. Constantly. Koda? Would probably actually kill you. Kurogiri's thoughts and actions, though obnoxiously awkward, were mildly justified. "She's going to die. Why can't I just go with her?! I want to be there with Harper Rye, so I can protect her! What if she needs to go somewhere? Who will warp her? Who will be her best friend? Have I been replaced? Does she hate me? Can I go with her? Why does she have to leave?"

"Just fucking let go, you man-child!" Dabi hissed. This job was proving to be weirder and weirder by the minute. He got up at the ass-crack of dawn and had started passing out on this Detective guy's couch out of sheer exhaustion. The reformed villain he was keeping an eye on had the emotional capacity of a toddler. Which made sense, but still sucked ass. "At least the tired brat got the pay they offered bumped up. Compensates for all the fucking vodka I'm going to chug when I finally catch a break and get a day off from this hell. Of course the only people who'd take me would turn out to be batshit crazy. Tsukauchi's the only sane one, and the guy's still questionable! And Sansa. Holy shit, I don't even want to think about it."