Chapter 3 - Welcome To Musutafu: 3

Yoshihara walked out of the elevator that led to the sweet up atop the Love Hotel, taking her bag off as she ripped a post-it note off the side of the elevator. Written on it was an explanation that Nemuri had to go to work and that she most likely wouldn't be home by 12 AM at the latest and 10 PM at the earliest. In other words, she was going to get off of work, get shit-faced, then come back a slobbering mess and pass out on the couch.

Balling up the post-it note, she threw it into the nearby trash can and took off her backpack. Letting out a groan, she rummaged through the bag and brought out her phone, placing it on the table in the living room in case Izuku called her.

That's when she let out a sigh.

She did it again today, tapping into that part of her she only tapped into when she needed to. For all she could remember, it only manifested as a pink arm and a glove that, if she willed it to, could cause people to explode, or at least parts of them to explode by inflating them like a bubble and blowing them up, usually then spreading to the rest of their body and leaving them as the clothes they wore, and sometimes not even that.

The most it ever summoned were a pair of arms, or, rarely, a pair of legs that looked nearly identical to the hands, though instead of gloves, they were knee-high boots with golden skull emblems on the sides.

She had no idea what it was, but whatever it had been, she had it since she was eight years old. It was a direct result of coming down with some sort of illness that gave her a horrible fever and nearly killed her. Ever since then, however, she never had gotten it again.

A part of her believed that the illness unlocked her ability. Then again, it sounded outrageous, which was why she only believed it like someone would believe a fairy tale—a fictional thing that would be cool to think of being real.

Walking up the stairs and into her room, she grabbed a clean pair of clothes, that being a sleeveless crop top, a pair of black shorts, a bra, some underwear, and some cat-themed socks. She quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Turning on the hot water, then the shower directly afterward, she began to strip. She had deliberately turned the hot water on the fog up the mirrors so that she didn't have to look at herself. She still got a gross feeling whenever she did.

Stepping into the shower, she felt the hot water pelt against her body. She liked the feeling, it was like stepping into a hot spring, and the steam helped with congestion, so that was also a plus. The water flowed off of her skin and onto the floor below, her hair getting soaked as she ran her hand through it so it didn't get full of knots and tangles.

Whenever she entered the shower, she felt safe. There was nothing that anyone could do to harm her within its smokey confides. She embraced its warmness, like that of someone holding onto her, closely.

When she was growing up, she never felt that kind of warmness, from anyone, for any reason. Her life was always cold, filled with cold-hearted people that exploited her for their own reasons. Showers were the only thing that gave her that type of warmth.

Call it childish, call it strange, call it bizarre, call it whatever you like, but to her, showers were sacred, and no one, not even a hero or a police officer, could take that away from her.

However, showers also served a purpose. That purpose is to clean oneself. So, of course, like any normal person, she did just that.

Reaching for the shampoo, she placed some into her hand before putting it back on the shelf she quickly lathered her hair and then rinsed it out. Then, reaching for another bottle, she added some of Nemuri's special conditioner to fix any sort of hair damage, placed the bottle back on the shelf, scrubbed it in with her fingers, then rinsed it out.

Finally, after all of that, she reached for the bar of soap, then began to wash her body, getting every single nook and cranny, armpits included. When she was done, she put the bar of soap back where it belonged, rinsed it off, then turned off the shower.

Usually, when it came to showers, Yoshihara liked to take longer ones. However, the blond still needed to get other things done before Nemuri got home, so she couldn't waste time in the shower like she usually did.

Opening the curtains, she reached out for the towel and sighed, wrapping it around her body as the steam died down. Again, she didn't want to look at her body. Otherwise, she'd be reminded of a time she tried to forget.

As soon as she stepped out, she slipped on the mat, nearly hitting her head on the side of the bathtub. Thankfully, however, she reached out for the handle by the shower curtain, stopping herself from hurting herself.

"That was close…. But… why was the mat all slippery like that? The curtain was fully closed, so no water should've leaked out." Yoshihara muttered, trying to stand up, only to fail, slipping again. "Gah! What the—?!" Yoshihara near shouted as she pulled herself up, kicking the mat to the side as it slid across the floor.

"That's strange… the mat slid so seamlessly. But it didn't leave a wet trail behind it. Was it really that soaked?" Yoshihara thought, shaking her head. She was thinking about it too much.

Her foot made contact with the floor, slipping again, though this time, she was able to move her foot back onto the edge of the shower tub. "Okay, what the fuck. What The hell is going on? The last time I checked, things don't just *become* slippery for no reason," Yoshihara stated, testing again, the same result happening. She tried moving out of the tub from the other side of the floor, this time succeeding.

"Strange…" As soon as she said that, a bubble floated around the room. A purple star was within the bubble Yoshihara raised her eyebrow. "Where did this thing come from? It's not like I have some kind of specialized soap that creates specialized bubbles… so, where did it come from?" Yoshihara thought as she got closer to examine it.

"What are—" before she could say anything, it popped, and she slipped again, falling on her rear as she held onto her towel so that it didn't fall off. "Gah—shit!" The loud thump caused her to groan. She attempted to grab onto the edge of the tub. However, her hand slipped off of it, and because it slipped, her hand pushed against it. Then, just like that, she began to slide to the edge of the wall, crashing into it.

"Oh no, oh god—!" Yoshihara cried as she connected with the wall, her shoulder hitting the wall first before the rest of her body. A pained gasp escaped her lips as she rubbed her shoulder, blinking a few times as she shook her head.

"Ow! Okay, what in the actual fuck is going on!" Yoshihara stated as she tried to stand up, failing, and as a result, falling on her back as she cursed. "It's like something is preventing me from stabilizing myself! But why? Is this some sort of villain attack?" Yoshihara thought, observing her surroundings. With all the training she had with Nemuri, if a villain had decided to attack her, for whatever reason they might have had, she could easily defend herself.

However, there was just one issue. No one was in the bathroom with her. So, that begged the question, of what was causing her to fall over and lose her ability to stand up, and two, where was the person who was attacking her? As she began to think back to what could've caused this, a sudden realization washed over her.

"The bubble!" Yoshihara blurted out, narrowing her eyes. "But how… it would have to be someone's Quirk. It would also have to be an emitter Quirk, meaning they have to be on the same floor as me. Otherwise, their Quirk wouldn't have been able to work…." Yoshihara deduced, reaching for the door handle. When her hand made contact with the door handle, it slipped as she cursed. "Fuck… but why, why do I have no grip anymore…." Yoshihara pondered.

She tried grabbing the door handle again, only for her hand to slip. At this point, she was getting frustrated. She went to try again. However, when she did, she paused. If it wasn't working the first time, nor did it work the second, why try again? Whoever the person was who was doing this had to have been trying to get her to feel helpless. At least, that was what she thought.

Then, she thought back to the bubble. When it popped, she slipped and fell. Clearly, the bubble had some ability that caused her to lose her balance. But… what if it wasn't that. More specifically, what if it wasn't just that?

That was when it hit her.

"Wait a minute… I didn't lose my balance because of the bubble, nor did I lose the ability to grab onto things. That's not the case, not entirely…! the reason why I can't stand up or grab onto anything, and the reason why I slid across the floor, was because I have no friction in my body! The bubble that popped in my direction stole my friction! That's the only reasonable explanation as to why I can't stand or grab anything. Without friction, a person can't do anything, no matter how hard they try. It's like being disabled, except on a more disastrous level."

As soon as she came to that conclusion, one of the arms that the blond could wield struck out from her left shoulder and grabbed onto the door handle as the right of the leg manifested, shadowing over her own leg as she used it to stand up.

"But, I guarantee that the person who is attacking me doesn't know about my ghostly arm ability. If they did, then their plan would've worked," Yoshihara said, a smug smile coming across her face.

With the help of the ghostly arm and leg, she was able to walk out of the bathroom and scope out the hallway. But then, when she looked outside of the bathroom, expecting to see someone, no one was there.

"What? Then how?" Yoshihara thought, sneering as she scanned the area again. There would be no possible way for the person that had attacked her and stole her body's friction to not be either outside the door or, at the very least, on the same floor as her.

It was then that another bubble blew past her from behind her. "Oh no, you don't. You're not popping again this time!" Yoshihara thought as she glared at the bubble.

Seeing as the other arm had been busy trying to hold her up, another ghost arm shot out of her right shoulder and grabbed the bubble, not popping it in the process. Now that she had it, she had a better chance to get a decent look at it. The bubble was clear with a purple star in it. From what she could tell, it was rubbery in texture but fragile. However, before she could analyze it any further, it popped again. This time, her friction returned, but then, suddenly, everything went black.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Yoshihara cried out, grabbing at her face. "My eyes! My eyes! I can't see a damned thing! What the actual fucking hell?!" She collapsed to the ground as one of the arms punched the wall, causing spiderweb-Esque cracks to sprout out from the impact.

She needed to calm down. The villain could easily sneak attack her and get her if she didn't. So, before she panicked any further, she did a quick breathing exercise, taking deep breaths in and out before finally, her breathing slowed, and she reached a level of calmness that allowed her to think rationally.

"Okay, calm down. The enemy has a Quirk that can shoot bubbles with stars in them that pop and steal an aspect of a person. However, they can only steal one aspect at a time. They had to be close by if their Quirk is an emitter, either that or they have to be nearby a vent connecting this floor with the one below it. OR, the bubble is like my ghost arms and legs, intangible to the naked eye. So… either it floated through the vents, floated through the floor, or a wall…, or, they're on the same floor as me, but if they were, why haven't they attacked me?" Yoshihara thought, feeling the wall beside her as she began to stand on her two legs and sauntered to the staircase.

She felt around for the rail and began to walk down it slowly. Then, another pop happened, and her vision returned, but she began sliding down the stairs, crashing into the walls again. Yoshihara groaned as she stood up, still able to. "Mother fucker… when I find this guy, I'm going to give him my two cents…," the blond grumbled as she blinked.

Her vision began to slowly return to her as she stabilized herself. Whoever this villain was, they were targeting her and her alone. She scanned the area as she tried to spot the person. However, there was no one there to spot.

"Where the hell…." Before she could finish, another bubble came her way. "Oh hell no!" Yoshihara spat, the two arms sending a fist barrage toward the bubble. The arms moved so fast that it all looked like a bunch of pink and black lines with fists hitting the bubble. The end result led to it dispersing, only for it to pop, causing her to fall and slip again.

"Okay, that's it!" Yoshihara snarled, sliding into the stairwell as the pink arm grabbed onto the pole, spinning her around and launching her toward the window. As soon as she made an impact towards the window, it shattered, sending her flying out, only for the pink arm to grab the floor, the fingers slipping occasionally. As she dangled, she stared at the ground below.

"Okay, note to self, not a good idea, not a good idea at all! What the hell was I thinking?! I could've died if my ghost arm didn't grab the floor! Fuck, Nemuri is going to kill me!"

She gripped her towel with her free hand, trying to keep a hold of it while her ghost arm was holding onto the floor. She could hear people screaming from the ground below. Clearly, they were freaking out over something. Then again, you don't see someone dangling from the top floor of a Love Hotel every day.

She swallowed her lunch back down. Now was not the time to freak out. She took in a deep breath as more people began to gather at the bottom. Then, in a move that caused her heart to jump out of her chest, the arm let out as she fell, and when she did, time seemed to slow down for her. She made eye contact with a man on the floor below her.

He looked young, around her age, with a small pompadour on his head. He had purple eyes and a semi-muscular build. He wore a green mesh shirt with a yellow one underneath, as well as a pair of purple pants.

The boy stared at her, wide-eyed. Yoshihara felt a rage, unlike any other wash over her. This man, this one-man right here, was the one causing her so much grief, especially after she had such a good day too. Yoshihara wasn't going to let this asshole just get away with winning against her. No, she was going to make sure he knew damn well never to mess with her ever again!

Then, without warning, as a result of all of her built-up rage, a figure materialized before Yoshihara, the sound of shattering glass echoed around her as it appeared.

It was a pink, humanoid cat creature with the same arms and legs as before. It wore a skirt around its waist with golden dots on the lip of the skirt, with a giant gap in the center, exposing the area where the privates would've been if it had any. Its head had triangle-like things on the top of its head, almost mimicking cat ears, and its eyes had white sclera and pink pupils.

The creature reeled back a punch and smashed the window, grabbing onto the frame, and vaulting Yoshihara into the room as the boy took a step back. Before Yoshihara could even process what had just happened, the boy began to run. However, he didn't make it far as the figure grabbed onto his neck, slamming him onto the bed within the room.

"W-Wait, I can explain!" The boy shouted as Yoshihara caught her breath, sneering at the boy as she stood up, a dark glare in her eyes. Blood dripped from the cuts that the shattered glass had caused as she balled up her fist, the cat-like creature mimicking her hand's movement.

"Oh, you can, can you? Well, how about you do that… in the hospital!" Yoshihara snarled as the cat-like creature ripped him off the bed and threw him over to the door. Then, before the boy could counter, the cat-like creature began to pummel the boy into oblivion.

"SHIBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOSHIBO!!!!!!!"

With the final blow, blood exploded out of the boy's face as he crashed through the door, hitting the wall behind him as he slumped over. Yoshihara's knees buckled as she grabbed the ground, the cat-like creature disappearing as she passed out.

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Name: ???

Stand Name: ???

Status: Defeated

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Name: Kira Yoshihara

Stand Name: TBA

Status: Passed out.

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Yoshihara woke up in a room that was unfamiliar to her. She blinked, regaining consciousness. She had small bandages over the cuts she had acquired from jumping through the window of the Love Hotel, and she was now wearing a hospital gown. "W-What the…" Yoshihara grumbled as she rubbed her head.

"Good, you're awake," a voice spoke out as she jumped as a doctor stared at her. He wore a white doctor's coat, black thick-framed glasses, and thin black hair. "You've been out cold all day. You were in quite the fight for a kid your age. Your caretaker is on their way, so just sit here and be patient, okay?" The doctor said, walking away, leaving Yoshihara all by herself.

"What the hell happened…" she grumbled, and as soon as she said that, it all came back to her. That boy who had the strange bubble Quirk, her nearly falling out of the window, then that strange cat-like creature beating the snot out of the boy. "O-Oh, right…" she murmured, looking around the room.

Beside her, that same boy was sitting up, grumbling. As soon as she saw him, the cat-like creature summoned beside her before grabbing the boy by the collar of his hospital gown. The boy flinched as he stared at her, eyes wide.

"Okay, pompadork, explain, right now, how the hell did you know where I live, and, why the fuck did you attack me," Yoshihara growled as then, a thin white appendage came out of the boy's arm and grabbed the cat-creatures wrist. As soon as it did, Yoshihara felt the exact same grip on her wrist, even though the hand wasn't grabbing her.

"I followed you home, for one, and I rented the room below you because I wanted to test you to see if you were competent with your ability. Turns out, you were. I didn't mean anything foul, nor did I mean to harm you. It's just… rare to see someone else with the same ability as me, or at least, the same type of ability as me," the boy explained as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow.

The cat-like creature disappeared behind her as she crossed her arms, the thin white arm disappearing as well. "So, you attacked me in my home because you were curious about whether or not I was good at using my Quirk? What kind of ass backwards logic is that?" Yoshihara said, scoffing, as now it was the boy's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"What? Oh, I see, no one's told you, have they? Well, I guess I should correct you. That thing you just made disappear, that's not a Quirk," the boy stated as Yoshihara scoffed again.

"Pa-lease, you can't be serious!" Yoshihara said, gaining no reaction from the boy as her expression dropped. "You're serious, aren't you," Yoshihara stated as the boy nodded.

"I'm dead serious. What you have is called a Stand. They're physical manifestations of someone's fighting spirit, usually sprung on by an illness that causes an intense fever or if someone comes into contact with something known as a Devil's Palm. But since Devil's palms are only in America and in the western regions of Japan, I'd say you got your Stand from the illness," the boy stated as Yoshihara blinked.

"So wait… I'm Quirkless? But I still have a power? That makes… absolutely no sense!" Yoshihara said, distressed as the boy shrugged.

"That's the truth. If you don't believe me, I'll show you mine," as soon as the boy said that, a figure appeared behind him.

It was a white humanoid figure, though it looked more robotic than human. It had two strange points on its head, almost like ears, with two shoulder pads with stars on them and a tread-like thing going down its face and neck, turning into an anchor on its body. The arms were lanky, with balls for elbows, the same went for the legs, and the waist was oval in appearance, connected to the body by two thin pieces of metal and the same tread-like thing extending out of the body into the pelvis.

"What in the name of…." Yoshihara said, a tinge of disbelief in her tone as she stared at the figure in its own, dead, cold, purple oval eyes.

"Cool, right? I've dubbed it Soft & Wet. What about you?" the boy asked as Yoshihara gave him a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" Yoshihara asked as the boy dead-panned.

"You… you mean to tell me that you've had your Stand for all these years, and not ONCE have you even considered naming it?" the boy asked as Yoshihara crossed her arms and looked away.

"Look, It never manifested fully before, okay? For the longest time, I only thought it was just two arms and two legs that helped me out every now and again, so excuse me if I never named it!" Yoshihara said as the boy pinched the bridge of his nose, Soft & Wet dematerializing behind him as he sighed.

"Okay then, let's change that now then. Summon your Stand, just think about its general appearance, and it should show up, alright?" The boy said as the cat creature appeared behind Yoshihara.

"Okay, now what?" the blond asked as he shrugged.

"I don't know. I named my Stand after its ability and how it functions. You decide to name it whatever you want based on whatever you want," the boy said as Yoshihara looked at her Stand. As soon as she made eye contact with it, one name stood out among all others. It clicked right away, so it was a no-brainer as to what she would call it.

"Killer Queen. That's what I'm going to call it," Yoshihara stated, catching the boy off guard.

"Really, why?" the boy questioned as Yoshihara shrugged.

"I don't know. I just looked into its eyes, and then it clicked with me. It was like it was telling me its name," Yoshihara said as the boy nodded.

"Well, that makes some semblance of sense. Though, now that you've firmly established your Stand and its name. There is one thing I should mention. From here on out, you're no longer safe," the boy stated, catching Yoshihara off guard.

"H-huh? What's that supposed to mean? Are you gonna keep attacking me or something?! Because if you are…" the boy shook his head.

"No, I won't be. In fact, I only attacked you to draw out your Stand. We go to the same school, Aldera Junior High, and whenever I passed you, I knew something was different about you. I just couldn't pin it down for the life of me. But then, I felt the presence of your Stand, and it drew me in, like a fish taking the bait off of a hook," the boy explained as the blond gave him a confused glare.

"What are you talking about?" Yoshihara asked as the boy leaned back in his bed.

"What I'm saying is that… Stand users attract other Stand users. It's like when you put a magnet against a piece of metal. They get attracted to one another, and until that magnet is removed, they stick. Like one flow to another, a Stand user will always, no matter what, cross paths with another Stand user, regardless of whatever kind of ability they have. What makes matters worse, is that ordinary people cannot see Stands, meaning that they are more often than not mistaken for Quirks. The chances of you running into a person who you think is a normal Quirk user could potentially be a Stand user, one who would be willing to kill you for the sole reason that you're a Stand user and nothing else," the boy finished explaining as Yoshihara bit her lower lip in thought.

"Of course, just as my life gets better, some stupid bullshit comes to ruin my parade… fuck me…." Yoshihara muttered as the boy chuckled to himself. "What, what's so funny!" Yoshihara snapped as the boy raised his hands.

"Oi, don't look at me. I just think it's funny that you believe you are alone in this. Welcome to the club, ma'am, because I've been in it since I was ten years old. However, because of that, I think we should team up, you know, like allies?" the boy said, outstretching his hand to the girl. "I'll go first. My name's Josefumi Kujo. Nice to meet you, partner," the newly introduced Josefumi stated as Yoshihara looked at the hand for a moment, then she took it.

"Fine, but this better not blow up in my face, Kujo-san. My Name is Kira Yoshihara, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the blond stated as the two let go.

Later that day, both of their respective guardians showed up and gave them a clean pair of clothes to change into. For Yoshihara, it was the clothes that she had in the bathroom. After they got changed, they went back home.

When Yoshihara exited the elevator, Nemuri gave her a great big bear hug.

"Oh my god, I was so worried! When I heard about what happened, I dropped everything to go see if you were okay! I already got the window fixed, but the wall that you broke will have to come out of your next paycheque, got it?" Nemuri said, letting go as Yoshihara nodded.

"That's fine. Say… Didn't you write saying that you wouldn't be back till 10 PM at the earliest? You got off of work early, so does that mean you have to go back?" Yoshihara asked as Nemuri smiled.

"Nope, but I'm still going to go to the bar with Shota-Kun and Hizashi-Kun. You should come with me, just to meet them, you know? I've told them that you plan to be a hero, so I think they'd like to meet you in person, or, well, at least Hizashi-Kun would, Shota's always got a stick up his arse," Nemuri said, sitting down on the couch as Yoshihara waved her hand dismissively.

"No thanks. Besides, if I walked into the bar as an underage kid, I'd get so many foul looks you wouldn't even begin to believe. That, and aren't you guys U.A. teachers? Well, if I meet them, I'll meet them at U.A., end of story," Yoshihara stated as Nemuri smiled.

"Alright then, good enough for me. Now, if you excuse me, I have a counsellor to go see, then I shall return briefly, give you the keys to the sweet, give you some money for take-out, then I'll be out of your hair for the rest of the night," Nemuri said, walking up the stairs and to her room as Yoshihara smiled.

The rest of the night went on as usual. Nemuri did as she said she'd do, while Yoshihara did some school work, watched TV, and read some Manga, specifically one called Pink Dark Boy, a Manga made by the late Rohan Kishibe.

She ordered some KFC for dinner, and after it arrived, she tipped the delivery person and went back up to the sweet to eat. After having dinner, she put everything back where she had found it, then crashed on the couch. The following Sunday morning, she woke up and found her phone on her face, with the call that she had missed being from Izuku.

"Ugh… shit… did I really miss his call? Uh…" She moaned, getting off the couch. She saw that Nemuri was in the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning, Yoshi-chan, I've already made you breakfast. It's in the microwave," Nemuri said, adjusting her hero mask as she walked over to the elevator. "Catch you later, I got to get to U.A. for a staff meeting, see ya~!" and with that, she was gone.

Quickly after that, Yoshihara called Izuku back and put it on speakerphone. It took a few minutes, but eventually, the phone was answered.

"H-Hello, Kira-san?" The timid-sounding boy spoke as Yoshihara yawned.

"Mornin' Midoriya-kun, you called?" Yoshihara asked as she could hear the boy drop his phone, and the small 'sorry' from where the phone had dropped, causing her to giggle a little bit. "You okay, Midoriya-kun?" the blond asked as Izuku picked back up the phone from the floor.

"Y-Yeah, sorry about that. H-Hey, uh… after I get home from training with my private instructor, d-do you think you could… you could… um… come over to my place? M-my mom wanted to meet you. I-I kind of told her you were my friend, and s-she freaked out, wanting to meet you. I-I don't make friends often… so…?" the timid boy said as Yoshihara smiled

"Sure, I don't see why not. When do you want me to come over? Just so that I know ahead of time," Yoshihara said, checking the microwave, seeing that there had been a bowl of miso soup in it. Closing the microwave, she warmed it up before taking it out and going to sit at the bar-table part of the kitchen.

"U-Uh… before lunchtime, l-like… 11 AM would be good… If you don't mind, that is!" Izuku said as Yoshihara snickered to herself.

"It's okay. Jeez, you gotta stop walking on eggshells, you know? You're making it sound like you're talking to some manager for a job interview. Calm it down a little, will you? I won't bite your throat out or whatever," Yoshihara stated as Izuku chuckled half-heartedly.

"hehe, yeah, I guess… Okay, see you at 11, Kira-san, bye!" And just like that, he hung up. Yoshihara shook her head. Midoriya was an interesting person. A bit of a scardey cat, mixed with a loveable dork. It was kind of endearing in a way.

Yoshihara skipped the shower after breakfast and got dressed, this time wearing a pink shirt with ripped edges at the bottom, a black leather jacket, and grey yoga pants with a black stripe going down the side of the pant legs. She put on her custom-made high-top shoes and checked the time. It was already 9 AM, that, and the train would loop back around at 10 AM, so if she went to the station now, she would be safe.

Her phone dinged, a text message from Izuku, that being his address. "1967, Tattonine Street, Upstate Musutafu, got it," Yoshihara muttered to herself, taking the elevator down to the first floor. When she reached the bottom floor, the person at the desk bowed to her.

"Hello, Kira-san, don't forget, your shift starts at 9 PM tonight!" the woman at the desk said as Yoshihara flashed a peace sign.

"Sounds good to me, have a good rest of your day Tatsumi-san," Yoshihara said, leaving the building and making a beeline for the train station. The walk was decently long, which was not a good thing, considering she barely got there on time. The next stop was in Upstate Musutafu, so it was perfect timing.

By the time Yoshihara got there, she had 45 minutes left to spare, so, as a result, she walked around the town until she finally came across his address.

She looked up at the building. It was an apartment building, meaning that the boy clearly wasn't the richest person in the world. As she entered the building, she got another text from Izuku. Apparently, they lived on the top floor. Yoshihara ascended the winding staircase, and eventually, she made it to the top.

She walked down the balcony hallway that led to the apartment, and when she got there, she knocked on the door and was met with a slightly overweight green-haired woman with a smile on her face.

"Hello, you must be Kira-san. My name is Midoriya Inko. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, come in!"