Chapter 113: They're All Mine Already.

"Are you excited, Eri-chan?" Mirio asked Eri, who was watching her surroundings timidly but excitedly, with his signature smile. Eri's cheeks glowed a little red from excitement, taking a frightened step back whenever a person passed by, continuing to watch the surroundings when that person was gone.

Her little figure was flipped this way and that, her hair swaying. She clenched her hands into fists, clenching them excitedly. Seeing so many things that were new to her had brought out her inner child.

"Mhm…" She nodded to answer. The new things she saw one after another had made her lose her ability to speak. She was excitedly getting up and down on her toes.

''Good. The concert will start in a few hours. Is there anywhere you want to go by then?" Mirio smiled tenderly. He bent his knees and bowed.

"A-Ah…" Eri stammered in panic. She watched the surroundings with a pleasant agitation. She didn't know where to go, as this was the first time she had encountered something like this.

"Don't panic and think about where you want to go, okay? We still have time." Mirio's words eased Eri's fuss. She nod her head slightly and continued to look around.

She saw a booth with a board with Yakisoba written on it in large letters. Yakisoba... didn't know what it was, but it looked delicious, and it was bitter. She saw a shooting stand, she wanted to try it. And she saw a beautiful sister selling something called pancakes. People, especially students, seemed to enjoy it a lot while eating it.

She wanted to try each one. And to start somewhere, she pointed to one that caught her attention in particular.

"Th-This, I want to try this."

Mirio looked in the direction the girl was pointing. What Eri was pointing at was a photo booth. The photo booth was covered, probably someone inside, and only one waiting outside.

'It's like nobody's in line. Let's go.' Mirio turned to the girl and smiled. She didn't notice that because of this gesture, the people around were looking at the photo booth and the woman, and they also stayed as far away from the photo booth as possible.

Eri's little body trembled with excitement. She scrambled to the photo booth, her eyes staring at something as simple as a photo booth.

Eri stood on tiptoe, eagerly waiting for the line to end. She ignored the woman who was waiting in line next to her because of her excitement.

"Don't be like that, Eri-chan. Look, someone is waiting here. Sorry, she's so excited-" Mirio came over to Eri. He aligned his hand in front of his face and apologized to the woman on Eri's behalf.

There was no response from the woman. Mirio looked up and met the woman's stern gaze. The hairs on his body lifted, and his body trembled. The pressure that the woman's gaze was greater than he could even imagine.

The woman was facing forward, looking at him from the corner of her eye. A pair of sky-blue, shimmering pupils that looked down on Mirio carried a cold, commanding feeling from years of standing high. She looked like a queen with her hands folded under her chest.

Mirio stepped back, aligning his hand in front of Eri's and protecting her. The domineering air and coldness in the woman's gaze were not something a normal person could have. He had personally fought many villains, and even Mirio, who smiled fearlessly at each of his battles, was startled by her gaze.

He was worried that the woman might be a villain. Her gaze, her posture, and the coldness she made him feel were stronger than most villains.

The woman continued to glare at them. She lifted one of her arms under her massive breasts and reached for Eri. Mirio's eyes grew serious.

But she didn't do anything as he thought. As if carefully crafted by a sculptor, she placed her beautiful hand on Eri's head and reached out to stroke the tip of her little horn.

'So you came here. Are you having fun?" She lightly nudged the tip of her horn, Eri's small body tilted back, the next moment pulling back and playing with her body. Eri closed her eyes as she chuckled.

"Even though we're just getting started, I'm having a lot of fun. Ah... where are the Onee-chans and Blake-onii-san?' Eri let Teka play with her horn and her body. Her pupils were moving fast, searching for Blake and the others.

Teka did not answer her. She continued rubbing her horn with her fingertip and was unable to move her body. Her lips curved upwards in pleasure, continuing to watch Eri with the tenderness a mother could have.

Sgrrr!!

"Eri-chan is here~~" The cover of the photo booth opened with a slight noise. The trio looked at the photo booth. The veil that prevented them from seeing the inside of the cabin had been opened by a strong arm.

Fuyumi passed under the strong arm and walked in front of Eri. She bent her legs, matched her size, and rubbed her hair as she smiled from ear to ear.

"Eri-chan, if you wanted to come here, you could have told us." She supported her chin with one hand, squinted her eyes, and touched the tip of her horn. Her movements were the same as her grandmother's.

"W-Well... I haven't seen Mirio in a long time. There is also Deku. So-" Eri panicked, trying to explain herself. She wanted to come with them, but Mirio had done a lot for her and she wanted to meet Mirio again, whom she considered as her real brother.

She began to stutter as she explained herself. She was waving her hands, struggling to explain herself to her. Her cute face was filled with panic.

Fuyumi smiled tenderly, placing her hand on the girl's head. Her motherly smile and demeanor dispelled Eri's panic. She spoke with a sincere smile as she rubbed her hair lightly.

''Do not worry. I'm just kidding. You can spend time with whoever you want. Just enjoy the moment. Okay?''

"M-MMhm…" Eri lowered her head, savoring the gentle hand caressing her head as she watched the ground. That was another reason why she liked Fuyumi. The way she looked at her, the way she spoke, and the tone she spoke to her reminded her of a mother she hadn't had for a long time.

Fuyumi was a mother who wouldn't curse her. She wouldn't fear her, she wouldn't blame her for the unintentional loss of her father, and she wouldn't give it to her grandfather as if she wasn't her child.

"Would you like to take a picture with us?"

Eri lifted her head and looked at Fuyumi. Fuyumi squinted her eyes, her azure eyes glowing with warm light, smiling tenderly at her. No words came out of Eri's mouth. She glanced over her shoulder at the photo booth.

Blake was still holding the cover that covered the photo booth and watching them. When he met her eyes, he smiled slightly and opened the cover a little more. He silently gestured for her to come.

She turned her eyes to the ground. She tapped her index fingers together. She intended to look at Mirio before answering them. She had come to the festival with him, and it would have been a shame if she had suddenly left him.

But before she could turn her head, she felt a warm hand on her back. She heard Mirio's voice.

''Go. The festival is for fun, and I want you to have fun." The hand on her back pushed her lightly. Eri took a step forward. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at Mirio.

Mirio had his hands in his jacket pockets, watching Eri with a big smile. He made eye contact with the girl, gave her a thumbs-up sign, turned around, and walked into the crowd.

Blake and the others were here, and since the two sides knew each other, his presence was unnecessary here.

Holding Eri's shoulders, Fuyumi slipped under Blake's arm and entered the photo booth. Blake closed the cover after the duo entered.

Rumi was inside with Blake. She was sitting to Blake's right, her body leaning against him. She was wearing an outfit that made her look sexy. The yellow outfit hugged her waist above her muscular belly, and two pieces of yellow stripes covered her breasts. However, most of her breasts were exposed.

Two pieces of yellow fabric covering her breasts were crossed over her neck and joined together, leaving her waist completely exposed. Underneath she was wearing trousers that covered only her hips, and the strings of her panties were exposed at her waist. She wore comfortable black boots that came over her knees. There were bracelet-like accessories on her calves, arms, and neck.

The exposed skin of the hero outfit she wore daily had a darker tone than the part underneath. However, this did not make her look bad, it added a different sexiness. [EN:-->]

Rumi greeted Eri with a charismatic smile. When Eri got in front of her, she lifted one hand from under her hips and brought it up before her eyes.

"Unicorn, you look so cute. If you're that cute, how can we look pretty to Blake?" Rumi's heartfelt praise caused Eri to blush slightly. She lowered her head and spoke.

'I'm not that cute. To me, you look prettier, Rabbit-nee-chan." Eri tried to deny it. However, a smile she couldn't control was slowly forming.

Rumi's daughter sat on her lap. She took her in her arms and gave her a bear hug before turning to pose for the camera.

Blake continued to watch the girls. He hadn't said a word from the start, but his attentive expression said enough. He hugged Fuyumi with his left arm, grabbed Rumi's waist, and pulled her to himself.

The girls posed. Fuyumi closed her eyes and smiled, making a peace sign with both hands. Rumi tilted her head back, resting it on Blake's shoulder. Eri grabbed the handle of her purse with a mild smile as she made a peace sign.

Click! Click! Click!

The photo booth, covered with a sheet, shimmered. A few more clicks were heard and it continued to glow. The dim white light was constantly bursting, revealing from the edges of the drape.

After a few minutes, the girls pushed open the covers with excited expressions. They turned to the screen in front of the photo booth, where they could make changes to the photos they took from this screen.

"What shall we do?" Fuyumi picked up the digital pen next to the screen, her face glowing with excitement. Her eyes were fixed on her prey, on Blake's face in the photo.

The one who had been bullied the most by Blake had finally gotten an opportunity to deal with Blake. She was planning to draw a lot of things on her face, her blue eyes gleamed with excitement.

But between her thoughts, a hand took the pen from her hand and began to draw on the photograph. In pencil, she first drew cat ears and a mustache for Fuyumi, then completed the photo with a tail coming out of her hips.

"Now it looks more like you." The breath hitting her ears made her body tremble all over. She glanced with a sweet twitch at Blake, who snatched the pen from her and sneered at her.

Fuyumi grit her teeth. She turned her head so Blake wouldn't see her undisguised blush. But when she turned her head, she met Blake's eyes again. Blake's mocking smile and sadistic gaze filled her vision like a magnified photograph.

"You're so bully!"

"Haha."

Blake hugged her from behind. Fuyumi puffed up her cheeks, turning her head away, refusing to look at him. Yet it did not escape Blake's arms.

Blake held out the pen to Rumi as he continued to hug her. Rumi took the pencil, put it to her chin before drawing, and thought about what to draw.

''I found.''

Her hand was moving quickly, the picture was taking shape, moment by moment. First, she added a pair of wings, a pair of horns, and a tail to Blake. Then, after adding a second horn to Eri, she also added a pair of wings to her.

She didn't stop here. She continued to draw hearts, small carrots, kittens, and rabbits in various parts of the photograph. The photo looked more and more colorful and beautiful.

The trio was silently watching what Rumi was doing. Fuyumi in Blake's arms put her hands on his arms, staring at the photo as she rubbed his strong arms. The picture was getting better with each passing second.

Eri's eyes were covered with stars. Her heart was beating faster every second she looked at the photo. First, she had a second horn, then she had wings, and a moment later she had a tiny tiger tooth. Only a few seconds had passed, but now she was looking at a completely different girl from her.

She felt a familiarity when she looked at herself, who had changed for some reason. She could not put these foreign feelings into words, but she was very familiar with herself in the photograph.

Watching the girls become even more obsessed with photography, Blake reached into his pocket. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed. The hand that came out of his pocket was empty. He slipped it into his other pocket, then checked the pockets of his jacket.

It's empty again.

He looked troubledly at the exciting beauty in his arms. Fuyumi squeezed Blake's arms tightly in her excitement, not letting him go. With no other choice, Blake turned to Teka, who was watching them silently.

"Teka, my phone must in the photo booth. Could you get it for me? You see…" He raised his arms to show Teka. Immersed in the photo, Fuyumi's grip tightened even more.

Teka looked at the two of them. She nodded, and with her arms folded under her chest, she headed towards the photo booth. The harsh sound of high heels was heard.

Krttt!

She raise her left hand and pulled the cover of the photo booth aside. She stepped inside and began to look around.

When she entered, the girls immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at Teka. Rumi took Eri in her arms. Fuyumi grabbed Blake's arm and started tugging at her.

Their destination was the Photo Booth.

Teka, inside the photo booth, searched the inside the photo booth with her furrowed eyebrows. She bent her waist slightly and leaned forward, her hair made of lava flowing over her shoulder and tossed to the ground. She looked into the space under the camera.

After taking one last look at the leather seat, she turned around and opened her mouth to speak. But what she encountered was Fuyumi hugging her. She suddenly put Eri in her arms, Teka, who took Eri in her arms so that she wouldn't get hurt, could not return Fuyumi who hugged her.

Blake and Rumi entered after the duo. Blake's hand suddenly moved and he pressed the button.

3! 2! 1! Click!

The girls were smiling from ear to ear, and Eri was blankly staring at the camera, though she didn't understand what was happening. Teka's brows furrowed deeper, her eyes squinting as she stared at the photographed girls and Blake. However, no one answered her.

After the photo was taken, the girls took Eri with them, leaving Blake and Teka alone. They wanted to see what the photo they were taking was like.

Teka and Blake were alone in the cramped photo booth. The two looked into each other's eyes. Blake's indifferent gaze carried a slight amusement, while Teka was still trying to make sense of what had happened.

"Huh… Anyway, it's just a photo." After a few moments, Teka rubbed the bridge of her nose and exhaled. A photo wouldn't hurt her, and she also realized how much girls wanted to be photographed with her. There was no way she could be angry with them.

Blake nodded and was the first to leave the photo booth. Teka followed him.

When they came out, they saw Rumi and Fuyumi working on their photos. Even Eri was clicking a few buttons with interest. With each click, a sticker popped out of the corners of the picture.

With each sticker and shape, the picture became more vivid and bright. Teka's gaze fell on her in the photo.

The girls had given her a flamboyant crown in the picture. On the crown was written the Queen in large flaming words. Other than that, they didn't add anything, Teka didn't need anything for her beauty to stand out.

Teka looked at the photo. The corner of her lip lifted.

It took exactly 10 minutes for the girls to modify the photo. They added a lot of things that didn't overshadow the photo, but rather made it prettier than it was with nonsense and randomness.

That's what the photo booth was all about, making normal photos more absurd so that people could have a good time.

After the girls made multiple copies of the photos, they headed to the concert venue with Blake and Teka.

People enjoying the festival had started walking to the concert area minutes ago. The group mingled with the crowd and headed towards the concert venue.

Each time they approached the concert venue, more and more people were talking excitedly about the concert. Some girls were screaming with excitement, some were getting their phones or cameras ready.

The excitement was at its peak. The inhabitants of Japan forgot about the women who passed them in their excitement and about Blake, the "traitor" of Japan.

People tended to forget the smaller events in the larger event. This was the self-preservation mechanism of human beings and their instincts to adapt to events. When the bigger event, the Festival concert, emerged, the "traitor" Blake next to them was thrown into the background.

And that sounded pretty darn good to Blake. No one gave him an extra glance when he entered the concert arena. Thanks to this, he could spend quality time with the women next to him.

The concert hall was getting more and more crowded with each passing moment. There was a constant flow of people from the five entrances of the area, and it was getting harder and harder to find a place. Some people, U.A students to be precise, were already at the forefront.

Blake and the girls walked to the front row. On the way, they bumped into a few others on their shoulders, or absent-minded people blocked their way, but they had finally reached the front.

"Blake~~ !!!" A pure and cute girl's voice pierced the noise of the crowd and reached the ears of the group. Blake and the girls turned their heads to where the voice came from.

Nejire was running towards them in a flamboyant outfit. Her face lit up when she saw Blake and the girls, and she smiled from ear to ear. The gazes of the people around were drawn to this smile for a moment.

Behind her, a girl with pink hair, who could be called a tomboy, was running around helplessly. She was constantly yelling at Nejire to stop, that she couldn't go out in public with her clothes on, but Nejire ignored her and rushed towards Blake and the others.

At the end of her run, she tiptoed and threw herself at Blake. Blake raised his arms, catching her in midair.

Nejire muttered like a puppy, starting to rub her head against Blake's shoulder with a bright smile. She didn't say a word, but she had already made it clear by her demeanor that she wouldn't leave Blake.

Chasing after her, the girl put her hands on her knees and looked at Nejire as she took deep breaths. When it was time for the concert, Nejire had put everything aside and rushed here. She didn't even take off the clothes she was going to wear during the competition.

She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. It didn't matter that Nejire came here, but she needed to change her outfit. If she wore this outfit in front of everyone, the surprise factor wouldn't matter.

"Beee!!" However, unlike her, Nejire didn't care. She turned her head to the girl and stuck out her tongue. She then continued to lean on Blake.

Blake sighed. He grabbed her by the hips and headed for the front row. He left a few words behind.

"I'm borrowing this spoiled girl for a while. I'll bring it back when the concert is over." He continued walking without waiting for her answer. Fuyumi followed behind her after apologizing to the girl with a wry smile.

Rumi casually waved her hand at the girl. Eri leaned towards the girl and followed after them, while Teka kept walking without looking at her.

The girl looked after the group that had gone. She watched Blake's back. Her gaze fell on Nejire, who was resting her chin on Blake's shoulder. Nejire was enjoying the moment with her eyes closed, ignoring the looks of those around her.

The girl sighed before leaving. There was nothing she could do, she had to go and prepare clothes for Nejire.

"Thanks, Yuyu-chan." Before she left, she heard Nejire's happy voice behind her. She rubbed the back of her head with her hand, a small smile appearing on her face. She waved back as she left.

Blake was walking through people with the girl in his arms. It was possible to see all kinds of people. Some were excited, some were filled with anticipation. Others hoped 1-A would be infamous. There were even several families here, a father waiting for the event with his daughter on his shoulders.

Blake and the girls passed between them, reaching the front. Blake had to push some people himself. The people in the crowd were enraged by Blake's actions, but when they were met with Blake and Teka's cold stares, they could do nothing but remain silent.

Blake dropped her to the ground when they came to the front. She rubbed her head lightly, pinching her cheek with one hand. He felt like his fingers had touched a piece of jelly. It was the most comfortable thing he had ever touched.

"Wait here, I'm commuting somewhere." He rubbed the girl's blow-dry hair lightly. His voice carried care that the people around him could feel.

The girls nodded. Fuyumi and Rumi came to Nejire's side, holding Eri's hand. Nejire embraced the girl. She began to speak to the girl with a tenderness different from her naive personality.

Blake took one last look at the girls and then turned around. His shadowed gaze gained distance. He stepped forward, uttering a few words as he passed Teka.

"I entrust the girls to you. I don't want a few stray dogs to ruin the girls' good times. Keep an eye on them until I squash a few sneaky rats, please." Without another word, he entrusted the girls to Teka and walked around the crowd.

Teka shook her head, looking back out of the corner of her eye. She saw Blake's body ripple as he disappeared into the crowd. The next moment he disappeared from view.

She folded her arms under her chest. Her beautiful eyes looked around. As Blake had said, several stray dogs' eyes lit up at Blake's departure. After whispering to each other, some of them headed toward the girls.

Teka took a step forward and stood one step behind them, like a giant guarding the girls' figures. The gazes of the stray dogs became even more daring and eager, but they stopped when they met Teka's scornful gaze.

Teka not only looked down on them with disdain but frowned as if she had seen a piece of hideous dung. Her cold gaze was challenging them to take a step, it would be their last step.

They felt that they were being watched by a pair of gemstone-like glowing blue eyes in a dark space. This pair of eyes, seeing the deepest, controlled their lives.

When they took a step back, the pressure and the strange image they felt disappeared. When they looked at Teka, they saw that she was looking carelessly at the stage. She was watching the stage as if she had never looked at herself from the beginning.

After Teka withdrew her killing intent, she didn't give them another glance. That much deterrence was enough for these stray dogs.

There was no one in this world, except Blake, who could fearlessly challenge her and look her in the eye for more than a few seconds. Blake's demeanor and personality did not change, even though he was weak. Blake was someone who could look fearlessly into the eyes of a tiger-like her.

She squinted her eyes, a justified appreciation amongst her mixed emotions. The main reason why she had such mixed feelings towards the man whose feelings were jumbled up was that he was as fearless and unyielding as she was.

He was like the second half of her. Like the second half of an apple.

...

"Almost starting." A man with a graceful appearance was watching the concert venue from the bars on the roof of the concert hall. With each person entering the environment, their gaze grew stronger and covered with the fresh feeling of reaching their goal.

He had a slicked-back hairstyle that was curled in the front. He had a well-groomed, medium-sized beard as well as a handlebar mustache. There were thick black lines around his eyes, which resembled the eyeliner she applied with her eyeliner.

His clothes were quite extravagant. He wore a dark purple jacket with a wide collar and tail, a pair of baggy pinstripe trousers, and two belts. He also wore purple gloves along with a pair of cuffs and a woolen scarf of the same color.

Next to the man was a woman 110 cm tall. She looked quite young, but contrary to her appearance, she was a 21-year-old woman. Her red hair was gathered into a double ponytail on either side, and she was wearing a frilly dress. Her most distinctive feature was the persistent black rings around the corners of her eyes.

The man gracefully took the teacup from the teacup he was holding and brought it to his lips. He sniffed for a while before sipping his tea. He nodded in satisfaction. Like his plan, tea was quite successful.

''Finally. I will finally reach my goal." His grip on the teacup tightened. He would finally be able to overcome the biggest hurdle of their many years of endeavor.

"Calm down, Gentle. If you don't keep your cool, our chances of failure may increase." The words of the woman beside him brought Gentle to his senses. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took a sip of his tea before speaking.

She was right. If he didn't stay calm, he could make a mistake and that mistake could ruin his plan so close to success. He might never find such a perfect moment again.

They had not encountered any heroes or 1-A disciples the entire way. He had a vague feeling that they would meet someone along the way, but strangely, their journey had been very smooth.

First, they went to a certain place, then they came here and made a plan. Everything went so smoothly that it was a little scary.

"You're right, I should calm myself down. I can't make any mistakes when I'm this close to my goal." After taking a deep breath for the last time, he watched the concert venue as he took another sip of his tea.

There were not only students and teachers in the concert area. Some of the heroes were also inside, waiting to intervene in any event that might occur.

"Gulp*…" Gente swallowed nervously. He could see a lot of heroes in the crowd who could easily finish him off. For example, Rumi has a very hot style of clothing and attracts the attention of men in the crowd.

Rumi's reputation was not very good as she was in a relationship with Blake, a man of uncertain social standing, but no one in Japanese could taint her strength. Even in the society of villains, her strength was classified as intimidating.

Also in the hero society, the government and Quirk researchers wanted to investigate this sudden increase in Rumi's power. Rumi, who was in 6th place only a year ago, suddenly became strong enough to challenge the top 2. Some people thought it was the effect of a drug similar to Trigger.

Their thinking didn't mean they would do anything to prove it. With Rumi's personality and strength, if they pissed her off they were sure to end up in the hospital for months.

Gentle's gaze fell on Nejire beside Rumi. Nejire was as loud as Rumi. This girl, who was still in the "Big 3" before the tournament half a year ago, had stood out from her peers within a few months and had become someone of Ryukyu's level with whom she was training.

Also in the crowd were the Hawks. For some reason, he was looking for a specific person and studying the environment.

But they were not the ones who put the most pressure on them. The person Gentle feared and felt pressured most was the woman behind Rumi, Nejire, and the two girls watching them and the stage.

It had to be said that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even though she was wearing a big hat, her shadowy face, which he could see, was beautiful enough to make the heartbeat of even someone who showed little interest in women like him. Her blue eyes, like a pair of arrogant and cold crystals that looked down on everyone in the world, made one want to get lost in looking into them.

She had a lot of other good sides too. It could be said with a gentle grace that this woman was the most beautiful woman in the world. But the sense of threat he felt from her prevented him from appreciating her.

She just stood there, watching the stage and not even looking at her. Even though she was beautiful and stood out from the crowd, she was silently crossing her arms. Yet the unconscious air she exuded was the most suffocating in the concert venue.

The Gentle, furthest from her, could feel the threatening emotion rising from the woman. She was like a scary queen tiger, his life would no longer be him as long as he warned her.

"Ahem*" He coughed to release his nervousness, forcibly fixed his trembling hands, and brought the teacup to his lips. His hand continued to tremble along the way, splashing tea.

He took a sip of tea. The soothing taste of the tea softened his tense feelings. He could breathe more easily. He turned his head to La Brava and opened his mouth to speak.

But the next second, his mouth suddenly shut. His eyes widened as his pupils constricted. All the hairs on his body stood up. Had he not forcibly suppressed his urge to flee, he would have grabbed La Brava and fled.

"When shall we begin, Gentle. Gentle? Gentle, why are you sweating so much, and why is your face so pale…" La Brava turned her head excitedly. At last, her beloved Gentle would get what he wanted. She was just as excited to get started.

But when she looked at Gentle, she saw that his face was very pale. Sweat poured uncontrollably from his forehead, breathing faster than usual. His tea, which he valued as much as himself, was spilled on the ground because the tip of the tea cup was pointing to the ground, and he didn't care.

"!!!" La Brava trembled throughout. She froze in the middle of her movement. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at what had so frightened her and Gentle.

There was a young man there. He was on the iron post behind the place where they were and was watching them. There was a distance of five meters between them, but they had not noticed him all this time.

He was leaning against the metal pillar, watching them lazily. Now and then, a few strands of white hair fell in front of his eyes, and he blew them away from his eyes.

Blake made eye contact with the two of them, his careless gaze wandering over them. He rolled his eyes, his hair to the side. He lowered his head and spoke indifferently.

"If you're done with your bullshit, you have to go now. I'm in a good mood right now, I'll let you go." Blake said wearily. He wanted to finish this job as soon as possible and return to his girls.

He lowered his head and looked at the girls through the iron posts. The girls were eagerly awaiting the start of the concert among the crowd. They shone like diamonds in the coals, easily standing out from the crowd.

Blake's pupils were constantly moving. He continued to stare at the stray dogs around the girls with water in their mouths. After a while, he turned his weary gaze to the two of them.

"I want this to be over before the concert starts. So are you leaving, or shall I send you?" Blake's exposed skin turned pale, and river-like veins appeared on his arms. His serious expression, it was showing that bad things would happen if he didn't get what he wanted.

Gentle whispered a lot to calm himself. However, the tension and the shiver he felt did not go away. He felt that if he didn't do what the other man wanted, things he didn't want would happen to him.

He grits his teeth, suppressing his fear with greed. How could he have given up so simply? Was he going to throw his purpose aside so simply? Especially when he was this close to success, all he had to do was press a button at the beginning of the event and he would achieve his goal, make his name in history and show how weak U.A was.

"I-If I'm daring enough to reject you-" Before he could finish, Blake spoke up. This time his voice wasn't careless, it was the coldest voice he had ever heard. He was too insensitive and distant to belong to a human being.

"Don't confuse me with other heroes. If you do anything to ruin this event, I will kill you."

Red-black threads were coming out of Blake's body. The smell of blood and the cold feeling from the threads made the two villains shudder. A great sense of pressure accompanied the threads, and the two realized that Blake was serious with his words. Someone with such killing intent wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

The little figure of La Brava was shaking violently. Feeling the killing intent she hadn't felt before caused the power in her legs to go out. She fell on her butt, her face in clear terror.

Gentle looked at Blake, who was staring at them with cold killing intent, then at La Brava, who had supported him the entire time and was now shrunken with fear. He sighed helplessly.

"Okay, we're leaving for today. Have a nice day." He bowed gracefully to Blake, then picked up La Brava and turned around. A torrent of sweat ran down his face, emerging from Blake's view. His face was contorted with fear.

His plan had collapsed in the most important place and he was furious about it, but he still had plan B. If he could put Plan B into action, this defeat wouldn't matter at all. He would still achieve his goal.

But first, he had to get out of here. He had never met anyone who had deterred him before fighting, but with a single glance and a small killing intent, Blake had succeeded. Moreover, he had entered behind them unnoticed and watched them.

If he ever provoked such a person, he could kill them. He didn't mind dying for his cause, but he still didn't want to die, didn't want to take La Brava with him.

So he had to get out of here and implement Plan B. As long as he can execute plan B...

"And don't expose those records you took anywhere."

The man's steps stopped. His fearful eyes suddenly lost fear, he turned his head to the side. He spoke hoarsely as he looked menacingly at Blake.

"Sir, even the cowardly dog ​​will bite you if you push it corner. Do you think I…" The iron began to shake under his feet. The heavy column beams swayed like rubber, spreading out.

He admitted he was afraid of Blake, he could have let it go at his word, but if Blake wanted to block all his paths to his great success, he could do nothing but fight helplessly except fight.

He didn't know how Blake knew the records. Before he came here, he had stopped by the security camera room where all the U.A.'s cameras are located, and there he made a recording with La Brava. The recording was about how easily he got into U.A. and how he said that U.A. was a place that was unreliable and easy to get in and out of with a wave.

Those recordings were the key to achieving his goal. Even if he abandoned this plan, he could still achieve his ultimate goal. He won't just give it away, if Blake wanted to take him by force, he would fight him.

Blake frowned, his gaze growing even colder. He clicked his tongue. His raven-black eyes were filled with disdain.

"If that cowardly dog ​​tries to bite me, I'll rip his jaw off." Blake raised a finger and snapped.

Bzt!!

Electricity sounded, Gentle felt warmth in his breast pocket. Panicking, he shoved his hand into his breast pocket. Where the warm feeling came from was where it kept the memory card where the records were.

Ts!!

He felt pain in his hand, burned from holding something hot. His skin was getting charred. He grasped something, but what he grasped was not what he intended to find. What he had was liquid.

The memory card in his breast pocket had been burned by something he didn't know until it turned to liquid.

He forcibly stopped the shaking he didn't know when. He lifted his head, his neck being forced up like a piece of rusted iron. When he looked at the area where Blake had been before, he couldn't see anyone there.

He surveyed the surroundings before leaving. There was nobody around. His tremor was growing stronger, and he felt a chill sweep through his body. He didn't even try to pick up the fallen teacup before he left with La Brava.

...

Blake appeared among the people. Its sudden appearance did not surprise the growing crowd of people. No one was paying attention to him because Class 1-A had finally made it onto the stage.

The students in the front were dressed in flamboyant yellow suits. Bass, guitar, and drum students wore orange t-shirts.

Blake's gaze shifted to Momo behind the group, who was nervously staring at the notes on the electronic piano.

Momo's fingers were on the piano notes. She closed her eyes, whispering a few things and running her fingers through the notes. Sometimes she would open her eyes slightly and stare at the crowd, then close them tightly and mutter more in silence to calm herself.

She might have been a popular girl and was constantly attracting attention, but above all, she was a girl who was about to turn 16. It was only natural for her to be nervous about putting on a show in front of people.

Moreover, Blake was watching her. If she failed and screwed up, not only would she be disgraced to the crowd, but Blake as well. There was a possibility that he might disgrace, too, and she didn't want that.

She knew Blake didn't care and wouldn't make fun of her. Still, she wanted to do her best and show him her cool side.

She narrowed his eyes slightly. She studied the surroundings. Her gaze searched for the figure she had wanted to see since she stepped on stage. Every time she fails, she closes her eyes again, and even though she's waiting for it to happen again, she hasn't stopped looking for that person

However, contrary to his thoughts, she saw the beautiful white hair that she wanted to see in the crowd. The silky hair, which made her and most women jealous, appeared like a bright diamond among the people.

Her eyes fell from his hair to his face. Their eyes met as if he had been watching her long ago. Their gazes softened, and they smiled warmly. Separated by the crowd and the stage, covered with light and darkness, the two people looked at each other with love and care and greeted each other in silence.

Momo's nervousness disappeared without a trace. A single glance with Blake was enough to clear all of her tension. She didn't need to close her eyes anymore. As she continued to stare into his eyes, all of her cells were automatically moving to give him the best show.

Blake walked through the crowd as he continued to stare at the girl. He reached the girls in a matter of minutes. All the way he and Momo had not taken their eyes off each other

''You came. How did it go?" As Blake continued to stare into Momo's eyes, he heard a beautiful voice next to him. He nodded and spoke without taking his eyes off her.

''I got it. There should be no one to spoil the girls and Shoto's moments. If anyone does, I will intervene."

The voice next to Blake stopped. Blake continued to stare at Momo with a mild smile, not disturbing the person next to him. After a while, the person next to him let out an emotional sigh.

As Blake continued to watch her, he heard a few footsteps coming from beside him. He turned his head and saw a few vagrants approaching him and Teka. The hoodlums looked at Teka with fear, approaching hesitantly, as if they would flee if she gave them a single glance.

"H-h-hey, Brother… w-we came to talk to you about something…" Punk from the group stepped forward and spoke. His voice trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on the frowning Teka from the beginning of the conversation.

"Talk." Blake said one word as he continued to stare at the stage. He was standing upright next to Teka with his hands in his pockets.

For a moment the man thought he was seeing the same pair of men and women. He couldn't understand how two different people could be so alike.

He shook his head and coughed, pushing those thoughts aside. He spoke, trying to keep his trembling voice as smooth as possible.

"You put a tigress on the heads of the girls, but you can't take each of them to yourself, right? Don't you think you should leave a few to us?" The man had been targeting this group of women all along. Ever since he entered the concert venue, they had drawn his gaze like a magnet.

He didn't know Blake or the girls. All he knew was that one of them was Mirko, the hero number 6. She wasn't her target anyway, his target was Fuyumi, the humble, bespectacled beauty in the group.

He didn't know Fuyumi, but he had never seen another woman so beautiful without makeup and wearing such plain clothes.

Everything about her, her beautiful face shining in the spotlight, her exotic white hair with red bits in it, her glasses set on her nose and making her look pretty cute, her personality that exudes the air of a housewife and big sister that everyone loves, had captured her heart.

Everything about her had settled in his heart and made him fall in love with her. Even the bad feelings he had, in the beginning, disappeared, replaced by loyalty and a desire to devote himself to a woman.

However, like the other thugs, he was afraid of Teka and could not move forward. Now that Blake had arrived, he could meet the princess who had captured his heart.

Blake looked into the man's eyes, sparkling with emotion. He narrowed his eyes. He knew from the beginning that he was looking after Teka and his beloved Fuyumi. He suppressed his anger forcefully and smiled.

So sad for the man, Fuyumi was attached to him and would belong to him for the rest of her life. Love for him aside, a woman like Fuyumi was a very devoted woman and would not leave the man she loved unless her heart was broken.

''You're right. I can't take them all to myself…" Blake's words widened the man's smile. It wasn't long before he took the humble princess who had enthroned his heart.

However, what happened next destroy all his feelings.

Blake took a few steps and came behind the girls. He glanced sideways at the man and the others before continuing their movement. There was great pity in his gaze, pitying them from the start for challenging him in a battle they could not win.

He put one hand on Rumi's hips and squeezed. He grabbed Fuyumi's hand with his other hand.

Rumi's face lit up before the hoodlums knew what had happened. She placed her well-developed, firm hand on Blake's and let him do what he wanted. As soon as Nejire noticed Blake's arrival, she threw herself at him and leaned on his chest, continuing to watch the concert venue.

The humble Fuyumi, who had captured the heart of the rogue leader, grabbed Blake's hand and defiantly wrapped both her arms around him and began tugging. With childlike bliss, she gestured to Shoto on stage.

All this was seen by the vagrant. The punk heard a cracking sound, clutching his chest with a trembling hand. A painful feeling of emptiness settled where his heart was, and it wouldn't go away no matter how much he wanted to.

All of Fuyumi's movements were reflected in the Tramp's pupils. Fuyumi's loving smile as she looked at the man, grabbing his arm indifferently despite holding other women, and occasionally embracing his arm with a happy expression hit his heart like a hammer blow.

The tramp felt the need to look at Blake. As his gaze turned to him, he saw the man cast a cold glance at himself and the others, but the man could see the hidden disdain in his eyes.

"Because they're all mine already." Blake's figure, illuminated by the spotlight behind him, was reflected in the man's eyes. His raven-black eyes, revealing in the darkness that hit his face from his back, were so painful.