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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 015 [Security Breach]

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〈“Take me to the edge like hands around my neck. Hanging by a thread again, I think I’m paranoid.” I Prevail, “Paranoid”〉

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I got behind Rin in line, my eyes scanning the lunchroom. Most of my classmates had settled down at a large table in the center of the room, mingling with other students from different classes. Lunch Rush smiled at me as I passed, giving me an extra piece of garlic bread. At least I think he was smiling, it was hard to tell with that mask…

“I was so happy to find out that U.A. offers different foods from a variety of different countries,” Rin smiled, picking up his tray. “Lunch Rush makes the most authentic Chow Mein! It’s even better than my mother’s, but don’t tell her I said that.”

I chuckled. “His Italian food is amazing, too. I should speak to him about making tacos…” I headed to the table that Midoriya sat at, choosing the opposite end away from Iida, who was droning on about something while Midoriya and Ochako hung on to his every word. They are such fangirls, I swear. Rin sat down across from me.

I glanced at him before looking down at my spaghetti. Should I try to start a conversation with him? I’m okay with the silence, but… is that rude to not try and talk to him? I should go to the bookstore after school and see if there’s a guide for dumbasses about how to interact with people.

“Are your parents pro heroes?” He asked, taking a bite of his noodles.

“No,” I paused. “Ah, well… my mom was.”

“Did she retire?”

“She died,”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” He shifted in his seat, sending me an apologetic look.

“It’s fine. She died shortly after I was born so I never knew her.” I shrugged a shoulder, stuffing a meatball into my mouth.

“I see,”

Fuck, things feel awkward now. Have I always been this fucking bad with people?

“By the way, Winchester -”

His words were cut short when an alarm sounded throughout the cafeteria, followed by a recorded voice, “Warning: Level three security breach. All students please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion.”

The students started to panic, everyone scrambling to get out of the cafeteria. Within seconds, the hallway was packed like a can of fucking sardines. So much for orderly fashion.

“Come on, we need to go!” Rin grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me toward the main exit. I sped past him, tugging him toward the door on the back wall. “We need to exit the building, Winchester!” He was trying to remain calm, but I could see the panic lingering in his eyes.

I paused in front of the door, turning to look him in the eye. “Trust me, you don’t wanna be caught up in that mess. Besides, I got a feelin’ it ain’t a serious breach. You can go if you want, but I’m not gonna follow.”

His brow furrowed as he glanced back at the students pushing and shoving their way to the exit. His hand slipped from my wrist to my hand and he nodded. “You think it’s a false alarm?”

I tugged him through the door, leading him to a small hallway behind the cafeteria. “Mm, probably.” We followed the hall to the left and I approached the giant glass windows, my eyes scanning the grounds. From what I can see, the metal security gate had been completely destroyed and the media had swooped inside the school like vultures. There’s no way in hell members of the press could break through U.A.’s security like that. That sense of dread from earlier came back ten-fold and I started to feel sick to my stomach.

“It’s just the press? Jeez,” Rin heaved a sigh of relief, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against the glass.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I was sure that it was something far more sinister than just the press.

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After lunch ended and the press was herded off by the police, the students returned to their classrooms as if nothing had happened. I tried to forget it about it, too, but my mind was focused solely on the sick feeling that refused to leave me. Was the food disagreeing with me? I took a shaky breath, resting my forehead against the cool surface of my desk.

“It’s time, class rep. Let’s begin.” Momo stood up, her footsteps fading as she walked to the front of the room.

“Um, okay!” Midoriya still sounded nervous. “So, we need to figure out who the other class officers will be!” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was more serious. “But first… there’s something that I want to say. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I think that Tenya Iida should be our class rep! He was able to capture everyone’s attention and get us in line, so I believe… that he should be the one leading our class from now on!”

“Yeah, you know what? If Midoriya votes for him, I’m good. Plus, he was a big help. He totally manned up and took charge, right?”

“Yep! And did you know he looked like the dude on the emergency exit sign when he was on the wall earlier?”

“This is a waste of time.” Aizawa chimed in, sounding more exhausted than normal, probably from having to deal with the press. “I don’t care who the rep is, just hurry up.”

Iida’s spoke up, “If Midoriya is nominating me for the job… then I humbly accept! I pledge to carry out the duties of class rep to the best of my abilities!”

“Sounds good, emergency exit!”

I scoffed, turning to look out the window. How could everyone be acting so fucking cheerful? Can they not feel the dread hanging in the air? It’s so fucking thick, it’s almost stifling. I tugged at the collar of my shirt, loosening my tie as I took slow, deep breaths. I need to speak to Toshi. Now. I forced myself to stand, the chair scraping across the floor. Everyone turned their attention to me, but I ignored them as I headed to the front of the room toward Aizawa.

He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off, lowering my voice. “I need to go speak with Toshi,”

Aizawa frowned, his eyes boring into my own. He considered it for a moment before nodding his head. The class started to whisper as I left the room, my sneakers slapping the floor as I ran for the staff room, slamming the door open. Toshi spat out his tea and started coughing while Nezu just smiled at me pleasantly.

“Is there something we can do for you, Jen?”

I cleared my throat, glancing at the couching blonde. “Can I speak to Tosh – er, Yagi-san alone, please?”

“Of course you may,” he crawled off the sofa, patting my hand as he walked by.

I waited for the door to slide closed behind him before I fell into the chair across from Toshi, who had finally stopped coughing.

“What’s wrong, young Jen? Why are you not in class?”

I took a deep breath, my hands fisting around my slacks. “First… I want to apologize for attacking you the way I did. You don’t owe me anything. I’m not entitled to know what secrets you’re keeping… sorry.”

He smiled warmly, moving to sit on the end of the couch so he could rest his hand over mine. “You don’t need to apologize. Now, tell me what’s got you so bothered.”

“I’ve got a really bad feeling, Tosh.” I met his piercing eyes, flipping my hand over so I could tightly grip his hand. It was comforting. “Those fucking media vultures… there’s no way in hell they bypassed security… right?”

He sighed deeply. “We’re not sure yet, but it’s highly unlikely that they did. You need to keep this information to yourself, the staff will handle this situation. Try not to worry because as long as I am here, you’re safe.”

“I’m not worried about my safety,” I muttered, sliding down in the chair.

“No hero has spoken truer words!” he laughed.

“I’m not a hero,” I slapped his hand away when he tried to ruffle my hair.

“Not yet, but you will be one day.”

“That sounds ominous as fuck, you know that, right?” I stood up, shoving my hands into my pockets. “I’m going back to class.” My worries hadn’t been completely erased, but… talking to Toshi made me feel a lot better about everything. I felt calmer, safer. Of course, my dumbass shoulda known that the staff was on top of it.

As I reached for the door to class 1-A, it slammed open. My eyes met vermillion.

“Get out of my way, you extra!” Bakugo snarled, bumping his shoulder roughly against mine as he passed.

Extra? He sounds just like… wait a damn minute, there’s no fucking way. No no, that would be way too meta. Couldn’t hurt to try though, right? “KingXplosionMurder,” I muttered under my breath.

His body tensed as he came to a stop, slowly turning his body. He quickly closed the distance, grabbing the collar of my shirt and tugging me closer, his angry voice lowered. “The fuck did you just say, bitch?”

“Bakugo! Release Winchester this instant!” Iida ordered, but the blonde ignored him.

“Yeah, Bakugo, you’re not acting very manly!” Red frowned, looking between us with worry.

“It’s you, ain’t it?” I smirked. “I’ve never met anyone in my life that goes around calling people extras. And to meet two people that do it? Too much of a fucking coincidence.”

His eyes narrowed as he processed the information. “Fucking TacoQueen,”

“In the flesh, Murder-san~”

“Don’t fucking call me that! You wanna die, bitch?!” He tightened his grip as he held out his other palm, setting off small explosions. “And why the fuck are you wearing the boy’s uniform?!”

I scoffed, grabbing his wrist as I raised the temperature in my hand. “You’re only just now realizing that?”

“Like I’d pay attention to a loser lik – fuck, that hurts, you bitch!” He yanked his hand away in anger. “You wanna fuckin’ go?!”

My hand engulfed in flames, I smirked. “We never did have our rematch, but if you’d prefer real-life combat instead, I’m game.”

“R-Rematch?” Midoriya squeaked, his green eyes darting between the two of us. “Y-You two have fought before?”

Oh, he doesn’t realize I’m talking about a video game. “No, it’s a -”

A hand slapped over my mouth. “Yeah and I won!” Bakugo grabbed my upper arm with his free hand and roughly pulled me down the hall away from the prying eyes of our classmates. “This stays between us, you got that?!”

“It’d be easier if you’d stop yelling,” I scoffed, pulling my arm free. “S’not like I talk to anyone anyway.”

He suddenly stopped, keeping his back to me so I couldn’t see his expression. “Is it true? That story you told me?”

I shoved my hands in my pockets and shrugged. “According to you, no. If I remember correctly, you said, ‘You expect me to believe that shitty story?! Fucking die, extra!’”

“That’s not what I fucking asked!” He whipped around, trying to grab me again but I slapped his hand away and took a step back.

“Yeah. It’s fucked up but true. I don’t really expect you to believe it, I’m still on the fence about it myself.” I stepped around him, continuing down the hall.

His shoulder brushed mine as he walked in step beside me. “I want my rematch,”

“I know that already,”

“I’m going to thoroughly fucking crush you!”

“Mhm,” I paused before smacking my face. “Fuck, I forgot my bag.”

“Dumbass!”

“It’s your fucking fault!”

“Hah?! How the fuck is it my fault?! It’s your fucking bag!”

“Because you dragged me away before I could grab it, dumbass!”

“I’ll fucking kill you, bitch!”

“You can try, Murder!”

“You little fu -”

Someone cleared their throat and we turned around to see Red, Iida, Ochako and Midoriya, all with stunned expressions on their faces. Red stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while he held out my shoulder bag. “You, uhh… you forgot this, Winchester.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, taking the bag and slipping it around my neck. I sent Bakugo a look before walking away from the group.

That damn Bakugo, his energy is like a fucking infection. Without even realizing, I get swept away by his pace. In a way, it feels nice to just let go and argue with someone just for the sake of arguing. I had messaged him about seeing a therapist for his anger issues when we first met online, but maybe his outbursts are his therapy. ‘Better out than in,’ Gramps had always told me.

Maybe that idiot is on to something.

As soon as I stepped into the apartment, my phone started to buzz in my back pocket. I ignored it, getting changed into comfortable clothes, grabbing a Dr. Pepper and some snacks before settling down onto the couch. As expected, I had a bunch of unread messages from the blonde idiot.

‘Oi i want my fuckin rematch’

‘Dont fuckin ignore me!’

‘U better not chicken out!’

‘Dumbass extra’

‘Gimme ur fuckin #’

I raised a brow at that, sipping on my ice-cold drink before typing a reply, ‘Jeez take a chill pill bro i just walked in the damn door. Y u want my #? I dont want ur ugly ass nudes’

‘FUCK U’

I laughed, sending him my number. A minute passed before an unknown call came through on my phone. I let it ring for a moment before pressing it to my ear, “All Might’s house of tacos and edge lords, how may I direct your call?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugo growled. “Get your dumbass online so I can destroy you!”

“Hmm, with that attitude, I might just have to play seriously this time.” I booted up the game system and stuck the racing disk into it.

“… did you fucking let me win last time?”

“I didn’t let you, I just wasn’t paying attention.”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING GIVE IT YOUR FULL ATTENTION THIS TIME!” He screamed, releasing a string of explosions in the background. I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear as a muffled feminine voice started yelling in the background, followed by Bakugo’s own loud voice. “Shut up, hag! I have a bitch to kill!”

I heaved a sigh as the game screen appeared, followed by an invite to his lobby.

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