Notes

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Heyyyyy so excited to start off this book because I was loving the story in general. Just a warning there will be guns death blood and a little gore throughout the book.

The warehouse. My mother.

Even before it started making sense I was speeding down the halls of UA to retrieve the gun I left on Aizawa's desk.

He had gone back to the staff meeting, leaving his room empty. I pulled open a drawer and retrieved the gun, sticking it into my waistband.

I pulled my phone out and texted Bakugo.

Y/n

My phones about to die but tell your mom I got home safe.

Bakugo

Yeah alright

I walked out the doors of UA alone. Took a train down to the docks to the warehouse I believe they're keeping my father. Well, my mother's keeping my father. It's a very dysfunctional family.

I didn't bother sneaking in, I had done my fair share of sneaking in and out of places for one lifetime.

I cocked the gun and opened the door. To find not my father. But my mother standing in the center of the room.

"Where is he?" I pointed the gun at her.

She just smiled. She was older now. The years of crime caught of with her. Grey hairs and crows feet wrinkles.

"You're so big! The last time I saw you-"

"I was 12. I know. I was smaller and cuter. Now I'm a big strong woman with a gun." I walked closer. I raised the gun and pressed it against her forehead. "Give him back."

"After all the trouble I went through trying to get you back. You walk in without so much as a hello. I'm your mother for Christ's sake." She just rolled her eyes and paced a few steps.

"I knew you had something to do with it."

"It was to keep you safe."

"I almost died! My friend almost died! I was anything but safe!" I yelled.

"I should have known you'd run off. What I didn't expect was for you to bring an accomplice."

"He's not an accomplice. What are you working with the league now?" I asked, pivoting to look at her.

"Just a minor deal to bring you to me. But you've always been smart. Smarter than me. That's why I need your help."

I looked at the state she was in. Pale with dark circles. She's been stressing over something.

"I don't care, where's my dad?" I asked again.

"In exchange for your father's release. I need help with a job." She reasoned. Well tried to.

"Let him go and I'll think about it."

The warehouse was empty. I mean completely. Any evidence of its use shows in oil stains and rust.

That's when I knew the gun wouldn't work. I cant threaten her if she's not actually here.

"What were you too scared to actually show? Send a reflection in your place?" I asked. Lowering the gun to my side.

Her quirk.

Reflection.

She can send a reflection of herself from 10-30 miles away. It acts as a hologram, with no real physical form.

"I just got caught up. I wish I could be here in person but there was business." She explained.

"That's all there ever was, business. Im not joining you. And you're giving him back to me." I felt the wait of the gun and opened the chamber. Still loaded.

"It doesn't have to be this way, I want nothing more than to pass the business onto you!" She begged.

"It's not a business. You just screwed yourself over and ran with the punches. Now you're going to let him go." I looked at her.

"I can't do that. You know I can't." She told me.

"Yeah," I began to raise the gun to my own head. A bluff maybe. "You can."

Fear glossed in her eyes.

"Think about my offer, it suits you."

That pissed me off. More than anything that bitch has ever said. I pointed the gun and shot it. Nothing of course I knew that. But I couldn't stop. I kept pulling the trigger till I heard a click.

By then she was gone anyway. Disappeared. Like she does best.

"Fuck!" I screamed. I paced, thought of anyway to find my father. This is the only place of any significance. At least to me.

I was pacing, thinking of the next step when I felt my knees buckle a bit.

The next step was to rest. Of course it was.

I left the warehouse completely defeated, tired, and hungry. I hopped on a train that took me to the station closest to my house. I pulled the spare key out of the flower pot.

I opened the door that's when I heard footsteps. I pulled the gun from my waistband and carefully walked from room to room until I got to the living room.

Mr Aizawa was sitting on the couch.

I lowered the gun, he obviously knew I didn't come home and he knew my father was gone. That's why he was here.

"I came back to my classroom and noticed the gun was gone. And I noticed your father never showed up to get you." He told me.

"I'll take care of it." I took two waters from the pantry and offered him one.

"I know, the league taking your father feels personal. But it's not your fight."

"It wasn't the league that wanted me in the first place. It was my mother that hired them to take me when she found out I was going to the camp. Now she took my dad, and I'm getting him back." I grabbed the first aid kit my father kept in the kitchen.

"Your mother?" He asked.

"She left when I was 12, big in organizing crime. She's trying to get me to help her. This has nothing to do with UA. So you don't have to worry about it." I told him as a peeled off the simple ban-aid that had held my head together for the past two days.

"Not only is your way of thinking dangerous but also stupid. You'd make a great hero." He sighed.

"I can't be a hero. Unless my quirk is a gun." I told him.

"You can't do it alone." He called.

"Not if you're going to stop me." I looked over. By his deadpan expression he didn't plan on it.

"For the record, UA isn't disclosing your identity to the press."

When he said that I stopped for a moment. It's almost as if he told me that to humor the plan to find my father.

When I didn't say anything he just sighed.

"I know you went through hell, but surviving a manhunt doesn't make you an action hero. You're still a kid." He stood up and started walking towards the door.

"I don't feel like one."