Hello and welcome to the fortieth chapter!

(Jersy Club remixes are one of the best subgenres)

Enjoy!!!

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Bakugo:

Shit.

Izuku's awake... And hideous.

I'm gonna kill All for One.

Kaminari: Oh, dude, we are so screwed!

Kirishima: Hawks!?

Sero: Fuck! Giant fucking Izuku monster!

Toga: I think he looks kinda hot~!

Sero: What the fuck is wrong with you!? Chica villana loca!

Shigaraki: The fuck did you just say? ¡Te desintegraré la columna ahora mismo, pequeño idiota infantil!

Hawks: Is that Izuku? That's Izuku!?

Hayato: You stay away from him! And get your crusty-ass foot off of Zen!

Hawks: Who?

Hayato: Just get off of him!

Sero: ¿¡A quién llamas idiota, idiota!?

Kaminari: Uh, hello? Is everybody just going to ignore the creepy Nomu Izuku over here!?

Mina: Sero, chill!

Kirishima: Guys, I really don't think-

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Voices. 

There are voices. 

But there's nothing to attach them to.

Just... Darkness.

Complete and total.

But I feel like I should stop.

Stop moving.

Don't move.

This feels too out of place.

Too large.

I still myself.

I can't be sure if I'm still.

I can't feel anything. 

The voices continue.

It's a variety of murmurs and cadences, sharp tones, and increasing volume.

Sounds like a lot of people.

Good people?

I hope so.

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Bakugo's POV:

Shigaraki: ¡Buen trabajo, qué insulto tan creativo! Definitivamente encajas en mi descripción de héroe, ¡eso es seguro! Titulado y básico!

Dabi: Oh my fucking-

Toga: He's kinda hot when he talks like that~!

Hawk: Woah buddy, stay back.

Hayato: Then get your foot off Zen, asshole!

Dabi: You're Toga. You think everybody is hot.

I sigh. These people are all hopeless. I set off an explosion in my hand to get everyone to get everyone's attention.

Me: HEY, BASTARDS! WILL YOU ALL JUST STOP ARGUING FOR A SECOND!?

Everyone falls silent, including Hawks.

I've been keeping an eye on Izuku this entire time.

For some reason, his disproportionately lanky form hasn't moved since he emerged from his broken  oversized test tube. He's staring at nothing, not a thought or intention behind his eyes.

His brain is exposed.

I can see it.

I want to be the one to feel the life leave A.F.O.'s body. Under my hands.

An unusual calmness comes over me at the last thought.

Me: First things first, look at Izuku. Not moving. Anyone have any idea why?

Everyone's heads whip around to Izuku, expressions varying across the board.

Silence.

Me: Great. Now Feathers, step off White-eyes.

Hawk: Who- oh...

Me: He's not a threat.

Hawks: You're a hero in training, not a-

Me: Who's been at this particular scene longer?

Hawks falls silent and reluctantly removes his foot from the unconscious Zen's back, Hayato stepping forward with a glare as he hoists Zen's body over his shoulder, muttering "asshole" as he steps back. 

Me: Ok... Now... Toga.

Once again, everyone's heads swivel, this time to look at the wide-eyed girl.

Me: You wanna tell me why you have a tracker on you?

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Hello! Thank you for reading the fortieth chapter. This story is open to constructive criticism, so let me know if you have any questions or feedback!

I know this chapter is really short, it was hard to get back into writing after losing all that progress, but I apologize nonetheless.

Ten more chapters until we hit fifty chapters total! 

Words: 500

Have an outstanding day!

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