He looked up at the stars, tears brimming his eyes threatening to fall any second now. A smile fell on his face shortly,
finally...she became one of the stars.
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"You are a hero." She said with a shaky breath, "It matters not which side you...
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꧁seventy-nine꧂ Shinsou and Hawks
In an old, dark room, a group of seven people stood or sat on the ground. All not facing each other.
The silence was loud, and the tension was not as heavy as everyone would think. They might all be acting this way, but they were all family.
The silence was broken when the sound of the screen turned on. All eyes shifted to the small electronic on the other side of the room.
"Heyo!" Son-ju greets. "You guys can hear me?" He asked.
Shigaraki didn't give Son-ju the luxury of his answer, so it was Twice who replied. "Yes,"
A laugh broke out from the other side of the screen, "talk to me, talk to me." invites Son-ju.
Shigaraki and the rest of the League watched him pace back to his desk before leaning his body weight on it. "I'll go straight to the point then," he pouts. "You all don't want to talk to me. I see how it is."
"Pretty sure you all have heard of (Name) (Last Name), right?"
The League nodded. "Oh come on! Talk!!" Son-ju exclaimed and buried his hands on his hair in annoyance. "I feel like I'm talking to a void of nothingness."
"Anyways," He said as soon as he gained his composure. "I'm pretty sure you all have met her at least once, right? Since Shigaraki here has made no attempts to bring her to me, I took the liberty to talk to her myself." Son-ju grins as he crossed his arms across his chest. "And believe it or not, we're actually friends."
As if animated, Son-ju's chin and nose elongated in ego paired with a smuggy look on his face.
Shigaraki and the others were taken aback. Dabi scoffed and turns away, "then what do you need us for?"
"Just here to deliver the news that (Name)'s working with us. Not really a part of the League, but a good asset."
"As if we didn't know that." Dabi retorts with a glare.
"I swear," Son-ju's smile turned sour and his eyes turned serious. "You Japanese League better not ruin my mood today. Fuck it, I'm going straight to the point."
"If you have done so earlier, then this would've moved much much faster," Shigaraki replied sourly.
"I need you all to be in Okinawa Pier 9. I have a special shipment and you have to bring it to Kyudai safely and expect heroes to be on your tail. 4AM. 12 days from now." Son-ju loosened his tie with his right hand and ruffled his waxed down hair. With his left hand, he grabbed a small controller. "Expect (Name). Toga—whoever you are—I told her to meet you all there—"
