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What Did They Get Themselves Into?!

Hitoshi Shinsou has always been the class insomniac. Katsuki Bakugou has always been the class hothead. Izuku Midoriya has always been the class cinnamon roll. None of them are friends. That's the way it's always been! Right?! Only a handful of people know what really goes on when they're not in the dorms. What will Aizawa do when he finds out the truth behind those 'innocent' acts?

Legally_Stupid · Anime & Comics
Not enough ratings
15 Chs

4

🚧Slight Gore🚧

Aizawa POV:

As my students left, I made sure to follow closely behind.

I wonder where they are going... It's starting to get into the sketchier parts of town. I can't believe my son got caught up in something like this... I'm knocked out of my thoughts by the three going into an apartment building. Once inside, Midoriya calls me into the elevator with them.

"Do I even want to know what's going on with you three? Or am I just better off being left in the dark?"

"Honestly? You'll wish you never saw this..." Hito said as he pushed the down button. "Here put this mask on so no one recognizes you."

Great. Just great. How far down does the elevator go? We are already at B4. As soon as it stops, the three get in front of me, masks on, hoods up, and guns out. Great. Now there's guns.

Once the doors open, I see a bunch of tables sitting out. Looking closer, there's everything from weapons to body parts. Going farther in, I can see animals, and people, in cages. Taking my eyes off them, I realize that the three boys changed their spots, and are now walking with Midoriya and Bakugou ahead of me, with Hito in the back. I start to feel sick. I've heard about markets. Been in a few as well, I'm underground after all. But never one this bad.

Wow I must look super important. Wait- why is everyone moving away and hiding from us? Is there something I'm missing? They all look terrified of us? What did they do to get this kind of respect? Eventually, we made it to a heavily guarded area. Once there, the guards moved to let the three boys in, but stopped me.

"Can't you see he's with us? We appreciate the security, but if you can't tell the difference between a threat, and a guest, then we no longer need you." I heard a robotic voice say.

Next thing I know, the man is dead, and my son is holding the gun.