41 ❥ ENDEAVOR'S NUMBER ONE FAN
"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!" Shiina whispered under her breath, running a hand through her hair for the millionth time.
It was Arisato Minato.
Arisato Minato—who was supposed to be dead—was laying on the floor of her hotel room. Unconscious.
"Why is my life so fucked up...?" She nearly wept.
Think, think, think! She screamed at herself. There's an unconscious body on my floor! What the hell do I do?!
I should... set him on the bed. She decided, immediately getting to work. She grabbed him from under the arms and started to drag him closer to the bed, then tried to pull him up. The only problem was that he was sort of heavy...
Refusing to admit to herself that she needed to do more push-ups, she mustered up her strength and lifted with all her might. Groaning, she successfully dumped the upper half of his body on the soft surface before bending down to grab his legs. After removing his shoes, she placed his legs onto the bed and proceeded to stare.
He definitely didn't change one bit after all these years. He still looked the same from the picture. Hell, he was even wearing the same uniform!
How did Elizabeth even get him? She wondered. He's dead, so shouldn't his body be decomposed? Don't tell me she dug up his grave, that's crazy! ...But then again, it wouldn't surprise me.
How Elizabeth retrieved him wasn't important at the moment. Shiina's biggest problem was what to do with him now. According to Elizabeth, hospitals were a no-no, so she scratched out that idea. Did she ever mention how long he'd be... asleep? Was he asleep?
She poked his arm. "Hey, um, can you wake up?"
Poke, poke.
"Wakey, wakey!"
Poke, poke, poke.
"Oh my god, please wake up, because I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do."
Nothing.
Which meant he was definitely comatose. Shouldn't she take him to a hospital then? She didn't know how to take care of someone who was in a coma!
Muttering profanity under her breath, she grabbed her phone from where it was charging and immediately called Akihiko.
But it automatically went to voicemail.
She tried calling Ken only to get the same thing.
They probably just turned it off before going to bed. It was one in the morning after all.
Wait, it was one in the morning?!
...Oh shit, she was so going to be late for her internship.
She placed a hand over her forehead, trying to force herself to calm down. While it was understandable in her situation, now wasn't the time to freak out. She needed to go back to sleep and deal with... this later. And hey, there was a good chance he'd even wake up!
Yes. That was it. She just needed to go to sleep.
Taking deep breaths, she trudged over to one of the armchairs (making a mental note to ring up a futon) and threw herself on it.
"This was supposed to be my retirement..." She muttered bitterly before closing her eyes.
But sleep didn't come to her. Her mind was too busy with worried and anxious thoughts and it didn't help that the armchair was incredibly stiff (plus she had no pillow or blanket!). She didn't get an ounce of sleep that night since Elizabeth interrupted her peaceful dreams and even worse was that Minato didn't stir once.
She nearly screamed into the unknown when neither Akihiko or Ken answered her calls. She sent them a flurry of text messages attempting to explain what happened and a bunch of panicked emojis too, but still no reply.
(Little did she know it was because of plot convenience)
She ignored the rumbling of her stomach as she paced around, trying to think of what to do. Should she go to the agency or stay here? What would she even be doing if she were to stay here? She didn't know how to take care of a someone in such a delicate state! At the same time, she was too worried about leaving him alone. What if he woke up confused while she was gone? She'd be away for a couple hours after all...
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dread bubbled in the pit of her stomach. She hoped it wasn't Elizabeth again with another 'delivery'. She couldn't even handle the first one!
When she opened the door, she was mildly relieved to see it was only Tokoyami. But then the panic returned again at the possibility of him catching a glimpse of Minato. Quickly, she closed the door enough to only allow a small gap.
"...Are you alright?" He asked her with a weird expression on his face.
"Yep," she chirped. "Just dandy. What's up?"
"We need to be at the agency at 9 o'clock remember...?"
"Yeah, I know."
Dark Shadow appeared at Tokoyami's side and gave her a puzzled look. "Well it's 8:40 right now and you're still not dressed. And you weren't at the bottom floor for breakfast so..."
All the color drained from her face. "It's what?!" She looked down at her phone and her worst fears were confirmed: it was 8:43 right now.
"Oh fuck," she hissed under her breath. "Oh fuck, I—crap—shit—I need to get dressed! U-um, wait here!"
She scrambled around the room like a chicken without a head before finally realizing that all of her clothes were in the dresser. She threw on the first things she grabbed, clumsily slipped on her shoes, headed for the door only to freeze.
Minato. Right.
Backtracking, she grabbed the pad of paper on the desk and scrawled a note for him.
Arisato-san, my name's Shiina and Elizabeth sorta dumped you with me. Please wait here if you wake up and don't panic, I promise to explain everything when I return.
Hopefully that would be good enough, because she truly didn't have any time to write more. She placed the note on the bedside table and rushed out of the room, making sure to not open the door too wide for Tokoyami to see in.
She hung a 'do not disturb' sign over the doorknob and hoped he wouldn't ask.
"Here," the shorter male said, offering her a Costco-sized blueberry muffin. "I figured you'd might need it."
"Thank you," she said gratefully before stuffing her face with it.
"Slept in late?" Dark Shadow asked.
"More like I didn't sleep at all." She huffed. "I was, uh, watching television."
He didn't find anything suspicious about that and accepted her explanation. When they stepped into Hawks' Agency, Shiina found herself tensing up as if she was in enemy territory. In a way, she sort of was. Hawks liked Endeavor, and that was more than enough for her to see him as a threat.
A threat to her sanity, that is.
She wondered how Hawks reacted to her storming out the other day, and found herself unable to really care if he was upset or not. She had other things to worry about at the moment (the main one being the unconscious Messiah on her bed).
"Hey!" Hawks greeted them once they reached his office. His tone sounded excited, but it was clearly forced if the awkward glances he'd send Shiina were obvious enough. He didn't seem angry with her, it was more... nervous?
He cleared his throat and tried to keep his smile in place. "So uh, we're gonna go catch some villains."
"..."
Hawks licked his lips apprehensively. "L-let's go now..."
Gone was the cheeky and confident Hawks from before. It seemed like Shiina's clear dislike for him put a damper to his spirits and reduced him to some awkward mess. But there was one thing that didn't change.
He was still too fast for any of them to catch up. By the time they reached the alleyway where a group of villains were spotted, he had defeated them already and was gone by the time Shiina and the rest of them arrived.
Shiina didn't expect anything different, but it still irked her that she was being one-upped by this guy. A part of her wanted to do something about it, but she was too distracted by her own thoughts to act out.
Would Minato be awake once she returned? She hoped so, though it'd be a little awkward to explain what happened...
Suddenly one of the villains she was rounding up whirled around to attack her only to freeze up when his forehead was instantly met with the barrel of a gun.
"Nice try." She said with saccharine sweet smile before it faded away immediately. "Now turn around and keep walking."
They finally reached the cop car waiting at the street and she mercilessly shoved the villain inside without caring that he had bumped his head.
A nearby sidekick let out an impressive whistle, eyeing her appreciatively. "Nice work there, Shiina-chan! You really know how to scare these low-lives, huh?"
Before she could open her mouth, Tokoyami stepped in beside her. "It's Kiberi-san, sir. You shouldn't address her so familiarly."
The young man's cheeks turned pink from being scolded by a first year high schooler. "R-right..."
"Thanks," she said to Tokoyami once the man walked away. Tokoyami had took it upon himself to act as a sort of 'guard' for Shiina whenever any of the sidekicks got too chummy with her.
He nodded over at her before going over to grab the next villain.
Once the last of them were all squished into the cop cars, a sidekick spoke up, "We should head back now, our lunch break is starting soon."
Shiina sighed in relief. As scrumptious as that blueberry muffin was, it wasn't exactly the most fulfilling so she was glad to return back to the agency. As they walked all the way there, a horrible thought suddenly struck her.
What if Minato still wasn't awake? How would he eat?!
Her lunch break was spent more on worrying about Minato then enjoying her meal. She was searching up how to care for comatose patients while slowly chewing on her turkey sandwich. During the middle of her research, she received a call from Midoriya.
"Izuku?" She spoke to the phone.
"Shiina! Oh, you're okay! That's a relief," she heard him breath out on the other end.
"Huh?" She said dumbly. Why wouldn't she be okay?
"The stalker from last night, remember?" He asked her tentatively. "D-did you ever figure out who it was? Or did you call the police?"
The stalker. She had almost forgotten about them. She set her sandwich down to smack herself on the forehead. How could she be so stupid!
Wait a second... Could the stalker be Elizabeth? They did first meet up in Tokyo after all, and then she was here in Fukuoka all of a sudden. Plus, she no longer got that tense feeling anymore. Then again, she was stressed out which might've helped to lower her guard a bit.
"Uh, Shiina-chan? Are you still there?" Midoriya's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Oh sorry, I was just, uh, eating," she lied. "How are things between you and Gran Torino, hmm? Get beaten up lately?"
"It's, uh, still not going so great..." He chuckled weakly. "We ended up breaking a microwave so now I gotta go fetch his meals for him. What about you and Hawks?"
"Still fast as ever," she grumbled. "But he hasn't mentioned Endeavor to me once so I think he got the memo."
"At least you get to deal with villains!" He said perkily, trying to find the brighter side of things. "I don't think our classmates have done that! Uraraka-chan's doing training, Kirishima-kun's cleaning up garbage, and I'm stuck here getting beaten up by an old man, haha!"
That made her feel loads better. A grin crawled up her face as she asked, "Any word from 'Kacchan' about his internship?"
"Ah, n-no..." He replied in a deflated tone. "But knowing him, Kacchan's probably out there defeating villains."
"Lucky bitch," she moped.
"How about your—I mean, Todoroki-kun?" He asked hesitantly.
She scoffed. "Oh he's having a blast listening to Endeavor boast about himself. I think the most entertaining thing Sho-nii was able to do so far was spit in his coffee."
"Todoroki-kun did what?!"
"I would've poisoned it to be honest," she shrugged. "But baby steps. Sho-chan's getting there. I'm so proud of him."
"R-right... Well—"
Whatever Midoriya was about to say was cut off by an elderly voice.
"—Hey! Back to training, kid! What are you doing talking to your girlfriend for?!"
"WHAT?!" Midoriya squawked, making Shiina flinch away from the volume. "Y-you've got it wrong! Sh-sh-she's not m-my gi-girlfriend!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just end the call already!" The elderly voice—most likely Gran Torino—replied snappishly.
"Y-y-yes, sir!" Midoriya squeaked before whispering hastily into the phone. "I gotta go right now, Shiina-chan! Goodbye!"
"Bye!" She said just before the call ended.
Poor guy, she thought, resuming to her lunch. Gran Torino sounded like an intense guy despite being an old man.
Her phone suddenly buzzed in her hand before she could set it down. Who could it be now? She wondered, checking the screen.
It was Shinsou, much to her surprise. The last time they had spoken was the day after Yaldabaoth attacked and he had expressed his concern for her since he knew she lived in Tokyo. Even though she assured him that she was perfectly fine, he was adamant on 'giving her space' because he thought she needed it.
[Shinsou: Ur homeroom teacher is fuCKING INSANE]
[He used the scarf on u didn't he]
[Shinsou: I probably have a concussion from all the times he decked my ass]
[Shinsou: Everything HURTS]
[U poor thing...🥺]
[Are u at least learning tho???]
[Shinsou: Yeah i learned to never mess with Aizawa ever again]
[Shinsou: omg even texting hurts]
[Facetime!!!]
[Shinsou: fine]
Giddily, she exited the chat and facetimed him. She waited a few moments until his face appeared on the screen, bruised up and tired.
"Whoa," she marveled. "You look like shit!"
"Thanks. Think any of your skin care productions could fix this?" He attempted to joke.
"Definitely not," she said seriously. "I don't even think facial surgery could fix that mess."
He rolled his eyes. "It's been awhile since you've indirectly called me ugly. I was beginning to miss it."
"Oh sweetie, you know I never mean to call you ugly." She said charmingly.
"Yeah, sure. How's your internships? Who'd you pick anyways?" He asked curiously.
She smiled tightly. "The Number Three Hero, Hawks. And I'm having a grand time being apart of his cleanup crew."
He actually choked on a laugh. "Holy shit. Cleanup crew? Like picking up garbage? You're doing community service? Now that's something I gotta see. Tell me you got pictures."
"I'm not doing community service that's disgusting," she gagged. "And by 'cleanup crew', I mean I gotta help the sidekicks in sending the villains away and all that crap. Hawks is just way too fast for any of us to catch up with so whenever we get a villain alert, he leaves us in the dust and by the time we get there, the villains are already defeated. Then he leaves and we deal with the aftermath."
"Sounds boring," he said, sympathizing with her. "Are you at least getting any exercise from all that running?"
"Somewhat," she shrugged. "Speaking of exercise, what's Aizawa even having you do?"
"Workouts and sparring basically," he replied. "We start out with the warm ups, which is utter hell already. Fifty push ups, fifty sit ups, daily half mile run, all that stuff. And then he starts teaching me certain moves and after that, sparring."
She shuddered at the description, especially at the fifty push ups part. "Dear lord, I'm surprised you haven't keeled over yet."
"I'm tougher than I look, I guess."
"You're gonna be so jacked by the time your training's done," she giggled. "Oooh, I bet you'll have a six-pack once internships are over!"
He noticeably blushed. "That's not gonna happen in a week, idiot..."
"Who knows~?" She teased before the time caught her attention. Her expression fell and she dipped her head back to groan. "Gotta return to the agency soon... Dammit, I am so not looking forward to more cleanup work...!"
"I'm not looking forward to getting my ass kicked again, but we can't always get what we want." He said wisely.
They exchanged goodbyes after that. Shiina quickly ate whatever was left of her sandwich and begrudgingly returned to work.
— ❤ —
Once the day was finally done, she didn't hesitate to rush back to the hotel to check on Minato. Much to her disappointment, he was still asleep.
Maybe he's sick? She wondered hopelessly. She reached down and gently placed her hand over his forehead. His skin wasn't boiling hot, but it wasn't cold either (she half-expected it to be since he was technically considered dead). His temperature was perfectly warm.
And his skin's super soft too! She internally squealed. She was such a slut for nice skin. I wonder what products does he use?
Now that she was sure that he wasn't sick, she called the hotel staff to have a futon transferred to her room. Much to her amusement, everything was paid for by Hawks so she never had to spend a dime. Even better was that the employees knew about her and Tokoyami's internship with Hawks so they always made sure to please the two teens as much as possible.
As expected, the futon arrived in minutes. The only problem was that she couldn't exactly allow any of the employees in since Minato could be seen.
She swung open the door and gave the two employees a dazzling smile. "Thanks for this. I'll take over from here."
They gave her confused looks. "But miss don't you want some help getting it in your room...?"
"Nope, here's your tips." She handed them a hearty amount of yen and they were gone in an instant. Summoning Tullia, they quickly worked together to heave the damn thing into the room and promptly shut the door.
"This is my new bed..." She said miserably, sitting down on the futon to test it out. It wasn't nearly as soft as the other one, but it just didn't feel right to have Minato sleep on the stiff one while she got to enjoy the cozier one.
"Now how do I feed you...?" She muttered to herself, researching through her phone. The information she found scared the shit out of her. A feeding tube? She didn't know how to use those!
There was no way she could do this on her own... Even worse was that neither Akihiko or Ken were responding to her frantic messages and calls...
She needed help. A medical professional to be more specific. But who...?
And then it hit her.
Takemi.
"Oh my god, of course!" She hissed in realization, scrolling through her contacts for the goth doctor's number. Much to her relief, Takemi picked up after several rings.
"What—"
"—I need your help!" She interrupted breathlessly.
"Yeah, I figured." Takemi said dryly. "What is it? Did something happen during your internship or something because I'm pretty sure there's doctors in your area."
"No, I—wait, how'd you know I was on an internship?"
"Akira's always talking about you," Takemi sighed tiresomely. "Now what do you need help with?"
Dismissing the fact that she was supposedly Akira's favorite subject to talk about, she hastily explained her situation. "So I got this comatose dude with me and I don't know how to take care of him, and I can't take him to the hospital either because everyone thinks he's dead."
It took a while for Takemi to respond. "...What?"
"Help me!" She moaned desperately.
"How on Earth did you get your hands on a comatose patient?" Takemi demanded incredulously. "And what do you mean everyone thinks he's dead?"
"It's a long story—"
"—Does it have to do with that weird Persona thing you kids are always sucked into?"
"Er, sort of?"
She heard the older woman groan. "I thought you guys were in retirement."
"I thought so too," Shiina said miserably.
"Sometimes I pity you kids. Send me your address, I'll get there as fast as I can. Oh but there's a list of things I'm going to need you to buy."
"You got it, thanks so much for doing this." Shiina said gratefully before hanging up and sending Takemi the address of her hotel. She waited several minutes until she received the list of things she needed to buy and quickly left the building.
She sprinted over to the closest pharmacy store—which was the Kirijo Pharmacy—to get the supplies she needed.
Once she stepped into the store, she read the list of equipment Takemi needed again.
* nasogastric tube
* endotracheal tube
* intravenous catheter
* intravenous fluid
* anti-embolism stockings (but they might be called TEDS)
I've never even heard of these before, she mused before beginning her search. Luckily a nearby employee was ready to help her, though she seemed a bit confused as to why she needed all of these things. She didn't ask any questions though and immediately took her to the register once she had all she needed. None of the things were that pricey either which was a plus.
As she hurried back to the hotel, she ran into the last person she wanted to see.
"Todoroki-chan, hey!" Hawks exclaimed, jogging up to catch her.
"It's Kiberi, dumbass," she hissed, shooting any passerbys scathing looks that screamed 'SCRAM!'. "Whatever happened to promising to keep my identity a secret?!"
Hawks had the decency to look guilty. "Sorry, it just sort of slipped out. Anyways, how're you doing?"
"Just great," she lied. She was so stressed that she felt like pulling her own hair out. Some retirement, she thought bitterly.
"Where ya heading to? You seem like you're in a hurry." He noted.
"Back to the hotel." She replied.
"Oh, where'd you go?" He asked.
She breathed in, trying to keep her patience in check, but she couldn't help but be suspicious of his motives. Why was he trying so hard to make a conversation with her? He could've easily ignored her when she passed by so why...?
"I went to a store." She answered vaguely.
Hawks stole a glance downwards and saw the bag she was carrying. He immediately saw the familiar logo of the Kirijo Pharmacy and spotted the nasogastric tube sticking out. "Why do you need all these for...?" He inquired.
"Huh?" She stiffened, then realized that he could see what she had bought. She quickly switched the bag over to her other hand and kept it away from his prying gaze. "That's really none of your business."
"You're not, um, ill are you?" He asked.
"No."
"Oh." He said as an awkward silence fell between them. She picked up the pace of her walking but much to her irritation, Hawks was easily catching up to her by using his wings. As if determined to find something to talk about, he blurted out, "So why'd you order a futon?"
She nearly tripped. "What?"
"What?" He echoed dumbly.
"How do you know that?"
He blinked at her. "I paid for the rooms and room service, remember? I was informed when you ordered for a futon." He explained, and she wanted nothing more than to get ran over. "Soooo... why the futon?"
"...The bed sucks." She lied terribly, before turning away from him and resuming her storming speed.
As usual, he flew after her. "I-it does? I can transfer you over to a better room if you want. I know the penthouse suit is open so I can get ya that—"
She stopped walking again and spun around to face him. He didn't expect the sudden halt and nearly crashed faces with her. He recovered quickly though, acting smooth.
"Why the hell are you so hellbent on pleasing me?" She asked in a tense voice.
His eyes widened and his expression was akin to a child who was caught with a hand in the cookie jar. "What're you talking about? I'm not—"
"—Yes you are," she said coldly. "You've been acting weird since I stormed out of the office the other day. At first I thought you were just nervous around me but your whole crazy 'lemme give you the penthouse' bullshit basically told me everything I needed to know. You're only being nice to me because my 'daddy' is Endeavor, aren't you?"
He gulped, "Er—"
"—And you're Endeavor's number one fan so of course you want suck up to his dear little daughter," she continued snidely, and Hawks was shrinking at her growing rage. "Did you want me to give you his autograph once the week was done? Or maybe schedule a little 'meet and greet' between you guys?"
"Shiina—"
"—It's Kiberi," she corrected with a growl. Her fists were shaking and she felt like ripping out of her own body. Everything was turning red and she was just so dangerously pissed at this point—! She turned around and stormed away, muttering angrily under her breath. "God, this would've been so much easier to deal with if you haven't been so damn observant...!"
Hawks must have been really damn desperate because he chased after her. "Look, I'm sorry okay? Sometimes I'm too observant for my own good... But this was just too obvious for me. I knew you were a Todoroki the second I saw your eyes in real life. They're too much like your old man's."
"You don't need to fucking remind me!" She screamed, and several people looked at her warily. Even Hawks looked worried for a second.
"Are... you okay...?" He asked tentatively. He tried to reach out for her.
"Fuck off," she spat, smacking his hand away, quickening her pace. The streets were beginning to grow emptier at this point.
"Kiberi, hold on!" Hawks called out to her. He flew beside her and gave her a concerned look. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have done any of that—"
"—Don't worry I won't tell my father if that's what you're worried about." She muttered.
"I don't care about your dad!" He cried out. "It's you—"
He was cut off again, but this time it wasn't by her.
"Hey baby, I can get 'im off your back," a man, clearly drunk, slurred at her.
She gave him a disgusted look. "You smell like shit." She said coldly before walking passed him. The man suddenly grabbed her and yanked her back.
"That wasn't fucking nice, you bitch!" He yelled, raising a hand as if to slap her.
Hawks glared at him, "Back off or else—"
"—I'll fucking shoot you." Shiina finished, gun in hand and aimed at the drunken man's head.
Hawks' jaw dropped. "Kiberi, what the fuck."
"You're not gonna fuckin' kill me," the man sneered at her. "Not in front of the Pro anyways."
Shiina merely shrugged, cool as a cucumber. "You're right. Murder's too big of a sentence to deal with. I'll just do this instead." She then aimed the gun at his crotch.
That gave her the reaction she wanted. Paling rapidly, the man sobered up and put his hands in the air.
Shiina smiled coldly and walked away, gun disappearing as she waved back at them. "Do whatever you want with him, Hawks. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Uh, yeah, sure," Hawks said, his brain fumbling around on him.
What just happened?
— ❤ —
"What took you so long?" Takemi demanded once she reached the hotel lobby.
"I ran into a few complications," Shiina muttered, handing the older woman the bag of supplies with a shaky hand. Her little talk with Hawks was still troubling her no doubt. There was a lot of rage bubbling in her at the moment, but she needed to push it all aside for Minato's sake.
I'll deal with it tomorrow, she promised herself.
They went to her room and immediately went to work. Turns out Takemi brought a few equipment of her own—a bunch of machines that Shiina thought had weird names. Takemi delicately taught her how each piece of equipment worked and even written down a very long and very detailed list of instructions on how to care for Minato. It took hours for Shiina to get everything down but she was determined to do everything correctly.
"Remember, he needs a lot of electrolytes." Takemi said sternly and Shiina nodded her head for the billionth time.
"Yes, yes, I know, I already wrote that down."
"Good," the older woman nodded. "That's all for today but if you need any more help, just call me. Same thing if you need me to come over again. You're lucky I'm staying at a nearby city for a medical convention.
"Thank you so much for doing this," she said gratefully. "I really owe you one."
"Go fuck Akira already," Takemi suggested right away. "Honestly, his desperation gets in the way of his work."
"You want me to what?"
Takemi patted her shoulder. "Make sure to use protection. Birth control and condoms are available in my clinic, by the way. I'll see you later, kid. Bye."
"Uh, bye?" Shiina said with an air of confusion as Takemi exited the room. She shook her head and turned her attention to Minato, who now looked like a real comatose patient in a hospital. Except... he was a comatose patient in a hotel. Which was weird, but he'd just have to deal with it.
After yet another failed attempt to contact Akihiko and Ken, she threw herself onto the creaky futon and turned on the television. There was literally nothing interesting going on so she settled for the news, which was, one again, talking about the Phantom Thieves.
"Hope you like the news, Arisato-san," she said aloud. Takemi told her that comatose patients could still hear you so why not? "'Cause that's the only interesting thing in here..."
Suddenly the television screen showed Endeavor being interviewed in the middle of the streets. She narrowed her eyes in distaste until she heard the questions being fired at him.
"Endeavor-san, where were you on the day the evil godly entity, Yaldabaoth, attacked your city?" The interviewer then shoved the microphone at his face.
Shiina snorted at his disgruntled expression.
"I was working at my agency—" He tried to answer, but the woman was basically turning this into an interrogation.
"Did you leave the building at any time or did you just stay and hide as chaos struck?"
"I DID NOT HIDE—!"
"—Please watch your volume, Endeavor-san, you're already using a microphone."
Shiina snickered to herself and upped the volume some more. She really liked this woman, whoever she was.
"I was not hiding!" Endeavor snapped, not lowering his volume in the slightest. "Once I realized what was going on, I headed out to defeat whatever villain was causing that disaster only to realize that my Quirk was gone!"
"And did you—"
"—But I didn't let that stop me!" He interrupted, raging. "Quirk or no Quirk, I can still take any enemy down! So I sought out to gather more information and that was when that thing appeared in the sky—"
"—You mean Yaldabaoth?" She interrupted.
Endeavor scoffed. "I don't believe that was a god."
"Then what did you think it was, Endeavor-san? What do you think could be so strong it could alter an entire city's appearance and take away the civilians' Quirks? Not to mention it caused 2% of the population to wither away in a matter of hours."
Endeavor's face reddened with rage as he tried to think of an answer, but the interviewer just kept firing more and more facts about the god's strength that he just couldn't explain.
"What do you think about the Phantom Thieves, sir?" She asked. "Unfortunately they posted a message on their website announcing that they have officially retired their duties—along with posting a riveting fanfiction about Akechi Goro—, but people are claiming that they should be hailed as heroes for everything that they've done for this country. Do you see them as heroes for the tremendous act they had done in taking down Yaldabaoth?"
"Definitely not!" Endeavor growled, looking disgusted at just the thought of it. "The Phantom Thieves are nothing but a bunch of fakes! In case you've forgotten, they've killed a man in the name of their so called 'justice'—"
"—Actually, Shido Masayoshi has admitted to the death of Okumura being his fault entirely. The Phantom Thieves had nothing to do with it." She stated.
"What?" Endeavor said dumbly.
"PFFT—HAHAHAHA, serves you right, bitch!" Shiina cackled, falling onto her back as her eyes filled with tears of laughter. This was hands down the best interview ever. Endeavor looking like an absolute fool on live television was pure comedy gold.
"Now that you've been informed of the truth, has your opinion on them changed?" The woman asked.
Endeavor shook away his confusion and glared at her. "No!" He declared in his usual booming voice that made Shiina want to strangle him. "The Phantom Thieves are criminals who break the law! They have no sense of justice!"
"I see. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to interview you, Endeavor-san—"
"—You chased me down the street, you crazy woman—!"
"And I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!"
And that was the end of the interview.
Shiina was finally able to fall asleep with a smile.
— BONUS! —
Wedged deeply between the seats of Akihiko's car was a furiously buzzing phone. Meanwhile, the owner of said phone was in the apartment, looking around furiously for it.
"Honestly, where the hell did it go...?" He muttered under his breath, checking under the couch for the hundredth time.
Miles and miles away from him in Iwatodai, Ken was having the same problem.
"I think I left my phone at the airport...!" He let out a groan of frustration.
Mitsuru frowned at him. "That's very unlike you, Amada-kun. What's going on?"
"It's probably because of plot convenience." He growled, fist balled.
All Mitsuru could do was give him a sympathetic look.
— author's note —
I obviously have no clue about how comatose patients are really treated so I'm well aware that the shit I wrote is most likely inaccurate. What I'm writing about is the sort of glamorized, media-type coma that is not at all accurate to the real thing so don't take what I wrote to heart because I KNOW it's wrong.
Also, the stalker is someone completely unexpected, but I love everyone's guesses.
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