When Nagisa came storming into the house, it was during the time Ashido and a few others from the mall were checking up on Ushio. Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima, Uraraka... Ushio was a bit shocked to see them there, she was more shocked to see who had tagged along with them.

  "Todoroki."

He only nodded in acknowledgement.

  "Thank goodness you're okay!" Ashido squeezed her in a hug, "You just vanished and then the mall was put on lockdown... DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT!"

  "S-Sorry." Ushio managed while the pink alien shook her vigorously. "Where's... Midoriya?"

  "Police station." Uraraka replied, "He's not hurt, though I kind of feel bad for leaving him now..."

  "Hey, don't feel bad—"

  "Ushio."

They turned to see Nagisa; face blank but eyes silently raging; and with her was a police officer.

  "We need to talk."

  "You kids should probably head home," the officer—Sara— spoke, "I'll take you."

They stood and followed her out, saying their goodbyes to Ushio as they did. Todoroki gave one last glance before walking out, and Ashido placed a gift bag in front of her.

  "You left before I could give it to you; hope you like it!"

When they were all gone, Nagisa closed the door.

And locked it.

  "Ushio."

  "Hmm?"

  "Was he in here?"

Ushio cocked her head to the side, "Who?"

  "Professor Osp." Ushio flinched at the name, eyes widening and Nagisa continued, "Was that damned man in my house?"

  "I-I don't know..."

CRASH!

  "Don't lie to me!" The pro hero yelled, a few knives shooting from her sleeves and shattering a vase on the nearby mantelpiece, "Why are you here?!"

  "Because you took me in—"

Another vase.

  "Why are you here?!" Ushio was getting scared.

  "You took my case—"

  "DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP!" Another vase." She was close to ripping up her hair and—it seemed to Ushio— ripping up Ushio too.

  "Why do you have that quirk?! Why do you have to look like that?!" Nagisa was screaming, beyond reasoning, and Ushio could only silently suffer the harsh blows of her words.

  "Verdammt* all to hell!" Nagisa threw the last blade she had to the floor, missing Ushio's foot by an inch. Ushio was surprised she spoke German, "What do you want with me this time?"

Ushio—not knowing how to answer— simply asked in a whisper if Nagisa could follow her. The Pro hero didn't look to be in a conversing mood, but surprisingly followed the girl anyway.

When they ended up in front of the room Ushio was staying in, Nagisa hesitated slightly. Thanks to all the recent commotion, she didn't acknowledge it much, but now that she was standing in front of the door, memories rushing through her mind on fast-forward, she didn't want to be anywhere near it.

  "What's this?" She asked gruffly.

  "The only thing I remember clearly aside from your name; is that I don't know what I was doing before Japan." Ushio stated then looked into Nagisa's eyes, "I'd tell you everything I know about why the professor made you their target, but I don't remember a thing."

She pointed at her weird headpiece, "The professor and his quirk are still a mystery to many of us, even my father,  who had worked closely with him. This thing is just one of the many side effects of his quirk. I thought that if I got away far enough—skipped country— I'd be...free."

  You and me both kid... Nagisa thought then perked up.

  "Your father? He worked with Blackmark?"  The kid nodded.

  "He was a scientist."

  "His name... What was his name?"

  "Amon; Amon Glitch."

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  "How long will you be gone?" Sara asked her and her friend shrugged.

  "I don't know; a day, a week or two? Or three? Just long enough to make sure she's safe." Nagisa concluded as she packed her bag, "You found that file for me yet?"

  "No. As you can imagine there's a lot of security for a file on a person that important."

  "I thought you were the best hacker in the police department?" Nagisa teased.

  "You make me sound like a criminal when you out it like that." Sara huffed, "Why can't I just get the security clearance?"

  "Because then everybody would want to know about her and she'd be on more danger than she already is." She replied, "I want a full background check. I want to know everything."

  "Does that include his ties with you and Cho?" Sara asked apprehensively. Nagisa only nodded silently.

  "You know, it's nice, I guess, that you can relate with Ushio and want to help her, but this doesn't seem... healthy...for you." Sara stated and Nagisa gave her a look, "D-Don't get me wrong! I mean that as a friend and in the best possible way but..."

Her head dropped and Nagisa raised a brow at her.

  "Don't you feel it's eating you up inside? It took two years to get you out and another three to cope." Sara recalled, "Shouldn't we play this out a little safer than we're doing now?"

  "Sara, I was part of this organization and killed a lot of people." Nagisa started harshly, "I was an assassin—someone who takes—and I was given the chance to give something other than grief. Not everyone was happy I became a hero."

  "But you still have friends to lean on... You still have me." She whispered, "You don't have to do this alone."

Nagisa paused her job of packing her bag; Sara had a point. Her cope up with her vindication from Blackmark had taken a long time, especially when they interrupted halfway through her 'therapy' and wrecked her up again. Nagisa new what she could be like when she went...on a rampage. She knew what her body could do with her compound quirk. She was surprised they let her become a hero at all.

  "I'll be fine."

  "Nagi-san..."

  "I promise." She assured her friend, "I'll be careful."

Sara's skeptical gaze was exactly helping Nagisa feel good about her situation, but eventually, the police officer left. Nagisa finished her packing, made a few calls to the site they'd be heading to, then went to check on Ushio.

The room looked different, but to Nagisa she it held a lot of memories; beautiful, but mostly painful. The gymnastics equipment that stayed in the corner of the room, occasionally littering the bed because of practice, was in the exact same state. The window in the room that let in little breezes during the night was open only halfway. The laptop on the desk at the far end of the table was closed. The books on the mounted shelf—bloody ones removed—were arranged by name of author. It was as if Ushio was a different version of Choseki on the outside but nearly exactly the same on the inside.

Ushio looked up towards the door from her spot on the bed, bag already packed, "Where are we going?"

  "A training facility. One where you can train without fear of hurting anyone else." Nagisa said as she walked into the room and leaned against the wall, right in front of Ushio, "But first, we need to go down to support department, have them take a look at your little headpiece."

Ushio shirked away quickly from Nagisa's raised hand, fear in her eyes.

  "Don't think I don't know about you coughing up blood and smurfs." Nagisa replied with a frown at Ushio's actions, "If you want me to help, let me help. They need to take a look at that headpiece, it never comes off."

  "I... I can control it." Ushio stuttered, "I'm strong, I'll be fine—Ah-Ouch!"

  "Anhalten*." Nagisa commented while pinching Ushio's nose. She sighed, becoming serious, "I saw the charts when you were at the hospital, that double system thing is pretty good at making your energy flow smoothly, but with a training like Blackmark; there's no use being smooth if you're going to be slow. Clearly, your body can't catch up with your quirk. I can only assume that half the reason you were able to use it efficiently while with them is because they gave you something to help your body."

Nagisa paused for a breath.

  "They gave you pills didn't they?"

Ushio only stared, "How do you know that?"

  "You forget I was part of Blackmark too. They aren't exactly memories I'm fond of." Nagisa stated before crossing her arms and walking out, "Grab your bags, let's go for a trip."

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Verdammt: damn, damn it
Anhalten: stop, hold on