*sorry this chapter is a bit anticlimactic. just getting back into the gist of writing

tw for emetophobia at the end

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In which [Name] should have just went back to sleep because curiosity kills the cat

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banging on the door of Overhaul's hideout. Everyone stood in silence outside of the Hassaikai's hideout. [Name] fidgeted with the feather on the thin chain that Hawks had given her last night. She was honestly probably annoying the shit out of him by doing so, but she didn't really care.

"Well, looks like they're not home-" [Name] was about to turn around before being rudely interrupted by a massive mafia member slamming through the door, barreling into everything that was in his path on the street.

The [h/c] haired girl instinctively grabbed the nearest officer, dragging him out of the line of fire. Izuku had done the same, and the two met in the middle, backs against each other, ready to fight. That is, until Ryuku turned into her weird-dragon thingy and everyone else ran inside the hideout.

As the police were tussling with the less-dangerous Hassaikai members, Kirishima, Tamaki, [Name], Fatgum, and the others ran deeper into the hideout, but suddenly, the walls started changing shape.

"Shit," [Name] cursed. She grabbed a nearby pillar to steady her footing. Kirishima wasn't as lucky however, as he stumbled right on top of [Name], flushing slightly as she wrapped her arm around his waist to stabilize him as well.

However, [Name] had no time to think about how her head was currently being pushed into Kirishima's warm and VERY EXPOSED mommy milkers or the fact that his heart was beating so loud it was resonating throughout her entire body. The older heroes confirmed that the walls changing around was the result of someone's quirk.

As much as Kirishima wanted to stay in his cute crush's arms forever, he pulled away as he steadied himself. Mirio ran ahead, since he was the only one who could get through the walls.

"Even if you get there, you won't be able to do anything by yourself." A rumbling voice echoed throughout the hall, and a large hole opened up in the ground without any warning.

[Name], as well as literally everyone else shrieking, because who wouldn't when falling down a long, dark hole, possibly about to get crushed to death by the ground below?

However, the only thing [Name] crushed was her father. Literally, the [h/c] haired girl landed on Aizawa's back, making him look like the personification of death himself.

"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have stepped on those cracks in middle school..." [Name] groaned, coming to terms with the fact that she had probably broken Aizawa's back.

"How strange... Some heroes have fallen from the sky."

[Name] and her father, along with everyone else, scrambled to their feet upon hearing sinister voices.

"You all go! I'll take care of this!" Tamaki said. "The pros need to save their strength."

[Name] glanced at Tamaki with surprise, only to be further impressed as she saw raw, angry energy swirling in his normally passive and timid orbs. She knew Tamaki was strong, but she never would have imagined he'd step up like this.

"I'll stay too!" [Name] suddenly yelled, before she could comprehend what her big mouth had gotten her into.

The blonde Hassaikai member sneered at her, sizing her up. [Name] would probably be peeing her pants right now, if he didn't look like such a social reject.

Aizawa gave [Name] one last stern look, as if warning her to stay alive or else he would kill her himself- and then ran off with the other pro heroes, reluctantly. [Name] got into a fighting stance and clenched her fists.

"Let's get this over with quickly... I have shit to do," [Name] said, obviously referring to her crippling gaming addiction.

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Long story short, the fight ended with the villains captured...but [Name] and Tamaki on the ground, borderline unconscious, writhing in pain, and bleeding out rapidly.

"Tamaki...." [Name] breathed out in pain. Her head pounded greatly as black spots obscured her vision.

"[Name], I'm here..." Tamaki's voice, also in pain, resonated from his spot on the floor beside her.

Too tired to speak, [Name] shakily reached her hand out. Tamaki grabbed it and entwined his fingers in hers, squeezing with all the minimal strength he could muster.

"We make a good team, [Name]..." He laughed weakly. It may have been the first time the [h/c] haired girl heard him laugh since she met him.

"Promise me you won't die, okay?" [Name] huffed out, wincing. Her ribs were definitely crushed. "If you see a bright light, tell it to fuck off, you hear?"

"We'll be okay..." Tamaki said softly. "Just stay awake for me, okay [Name]?"

"I'll try for you, Tamaki..."

"Damn these kids are dramatic as hell," A cop deadpanned as he ushered the others to bring two stretchers.

"Seriously, they must be in the drama club or something... Those villains have it worse off than them..." Another cop rolled his eyes.

"SHUT UP AND LET US HAVE A MOMENT!!!" [Name] screeched, probably cracking what few intact bones she had left-- which in turn caused her to pass out, much to the relief of the officials.

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[Name] groaned with pain as she came to her senses. Looking around, she seemed to be on a stretcher. Tamaki was still passed out on another stretcher next to her. Medical supplies littered the ground, but the police were nowhere to be seen. It seemed like they had made an on-site First Aid site.

"Well, I could go back to sleep, or..." [Name] stumbled to her feet, looking around. "Get the hell out of here, because it's creepy."

And so there she left poor Tamaki, yet again, only to--unluckily, as [Name] is most of the time--run straight into Overhaul. Even worse, Mirio was nowhere to be seen--he must have not gotten to Overhaul yet.

"Woahhh, my dilf radar is going off the charts right now," [Name] laughed nervously, hoping the positive notion would convince him to spare her.

Instead, [Name] was smacked headfirst with a large metal beam and sent about 200 feet in the air. Overhaul apparently didn't take being called a dilf as a compliment.

[Name] grunted and flipped her body around in midair, gathering a decently-sized orb of plasma energy in her palm and chucking at Overhaul. He jumped out of the way, but the energy collided with the metal structure he had just made, causing it to explode in a flash of heat.

[Name] fell to the ground, landing on her hands and knees. She cursed, coughing as debris rose throughout the room.

The girl's [e/c] eyes wavered with exhaustion.

'Stupid, stupid [Name]! You just had to go out and leave the freakin first aid area! WHILE YOUR ASS IS BUSTED! God, you're really about to die... Wait, is that a hot pocket? In my pocket?! Man, I was wondering where it wen--'

"What the hell are you doing?" A dark voice said from the debris. [Name] looked up, squinting through the debris.

"Um... Eating?" [Name] scoffed, her mouth obviously full.

"That was a rhetorical question, dumbass."

From the dust, a shadow emerged, one of a man with way-too-short pants and that signature bird mask.

"Hey, how about we don't fight? Maybe we could make a truce! And like, watch some my little pony together with Eri?" [Name] sweat nervously. She backed up, trying to stall and regain some of her energy. Anybody would know that the girl was in no shape to fight right now.

Overhaul emerged from the shadows, now fully in view.

"What are you doing, [Name]?"

"Uh, I'm not liking these really personal and frankly very weird school guidance counselor type questions..." [Name] sweat nervously. She then perked up slightly.

Mirio's footsteps! He's almost here!

"Sorry." [Name] said, standing up. Overhaul tensed, glaring.

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for dropping deez nuts in your mouth." [Name] stated, her eyes dark with no sign of mercy. As Overhaul stood there in shock, [Name] ran off and hid behind a metal pillar, just in time. Mirio came running in, and the two engaged in battle.

"Who knew a DN joke could save my life?" [Name] sighed, sliding down against a metal beam. However, the question still bugged her, scratching at the deepest parts of her brain.

"What are you doing, [Name]?"

[Name] widened her eyes, and whether it be from the anxiety of the situation she just faced or the disgusting feeling those words left in the pit of her stomach, she let the contents of her stomach out on the floor.

"Oh come on, I just replaced AND sanitized the fucking carpets!" Overhaul screeched with absolute terror. He then turned pale and fainted, right there on the spot.

"Well," Mirio said, slinging Eri over his shoulder. "Great job, [Name]. You single-handedly defeated Overhaul just by puking all over his carpet! I didn't even have to fight him! Our mission's over, and you're a hero!"

Except [Name] didn't feel like much of a hero. She just felt sick to her stomach.

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yeah I was just too lazy to write the fight lol

anyways this book will probably be completed in maybe 7 or so chapters? more or less idk