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Somehow, Izuku almost felt good after returning home from his outing with Asia. They hadn’t ended their little trip there - they’d done some shopping (she was weirdly insistent on trying out clothes that were WAY too revealing on someone as innocent as her), walked around, and even got ice cream in the park before finally returning home as the sun set.
It was nice.
Izuku wondered if this was how it felt to be normal - not that he would ever be normal, of course.
As for Asia, the blonde was practically radiant as she stepped into the apartment behind him, the door closing with a soft click. “I had such an amazing time today, Izuku-san!” She exclaimed, her smile bright enough to render him blind, “Let’s do this again soon, okay! I-If… if that’s okay? Please?”
Her wide, green eyes landed on him, pleading and unbelievably cute–
Izuku froze. Where had that come from? He shook his head rapidly, before remembering that Asia was patiently waiting for a response.
And had just seen her shake his head at her– oh no did she think he just rejected her?
“S-S-Sure!” Izuku blurted out suddenly, cheeks burning the moment he realized just how eager he sounded. He cringed, but it seemed like Asia was none the wiser.
Or maybe she was just being polite. He didn’t think Asia was the type of girl to call him out on being a total loser like that.
The blonde’s eyes shined brightly as she made her way into the tiny kitchen, smiling to herself as she opened the fridge. “Ah! Izuku-san, look! It worked!”
He blinked as he followed up behind her, peering in to see…
Groceries.
The ones they had purchased hours ago.
“D-Did you teleport them straight into the fridge?”
Asia’s chest puffed out with pride at his question. “Hai! I even got the bags to land on the right shelf, see!” She reached out and grabbed one of the brown paper bags from the fridge, quickly starting to unpack them and properly load the fridge. “Produce on the bottom shelf, like that… eggs and milk on the doors… hrm… oh, remembering the proper strategy for sorting is hard!”
Izuku blinked. “Um… I don’t think there’s such a thing as, uh, ‘properly sorting’ a fridge. I usually just put things in wherever they fit… Do you need any help?”
She shook her head quickly, a soft pout on her cheeks. “No, Izuku-san! There is! Grayfia-san taught me all about it while–” Asia cut herself off abruptly, her mood going from excited to somber in an instant. “W-While you were healing. I-I wanted to make myself more useful to you once you were better, a-and she taught me all about proper housekeeping! A-And the attire! That’s why I got the maid outfit! Oh, wait, I said I would put that on the moment I got home! But I have to put the groceries away too! Awawa, what do I do?”
Asia started running in a circle - towards her room, then back to the fridge, then towards Izuku - and he was quick to try and put a stop to that. “H-Hey, wait! Relax!” He tried, putting his hands up placatingly, “There’s n-no rush for any of that and e-e-especially not to put on a maid outfit–”
“Oh, am I interrupting something?”
Izuku froze like a deer in headlights at the sound of the bedroom door closing, Rias’s soft voice cutting through his stammering in an instant. Her tone was light and amused, a single eyebrow raised as she took in the scene in front of her. He quickly whirled around towards her, cheeks on fire. “N-N-NO!”
Asia’s eyes narrowed fractionally. “Rias-san!” She gasped in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
Rias smiled at Izuku, her gaze lingering on him for far longer than necessary before moving to his roommate. “Hello, you two,” she greeted warmly, stepping towards them both, “I had come by earlier to visit, but since both of you were out, I simply decided to wait for you to come back.”
Izuku blinked. “Huh?” He asked dumbly, “Why?”
Her smile was quickly replaced by a playful pout. “Am I not allowed to visit my precious servants?” Rias asked dramatically, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye as she continued to approach, “I was just hoping to spend some time with you today, but that’s alright. We can do that now, instead.”
“A-Actually, Rias-san,” Asia interrupted, “Izuku-san was just about to help me put the groceries we purchased away! Right, Izuku-san?”
“U-Um, yeah–”
Rias snapped her fingers. A shit-eating grin flashed across her face as the contents of the grocery bags flew out of the brown paper and into the air, before meticulously sorting themselves out into the fridge - in the exact same way Asia had described.
“Grayfia taught me everything there is to know about proper home maintenance,” she said playfully, her hand settling on her hip, “And I had plenty of time to learn little tricks like that to pass the time.”
Asia went slack-jawed. “She even sorted the fruit by gradient…”
Rias just giggled. “So are you free now, Izuku?” She asked, before pausing, “Actually, it’s getting rather late. There might not be time for anything too extravagant.”
Izuku couldn’t notice, but Asia breathed a sigh of relief from behind him.
That relief was stolen away by Rias’s next words.
“I guess I’ll just sleep here tonight! Izuku, I’ll share the couch with you.”
His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “W-W-What?!”
He’d slept with Rias before… though it wasn’t exactly his choice. He’d woken up with her in his bed both after Raynare killed him and after he’d nearly killed himself against Phenex, but that was different.
Those times, he’d been unconscious and on the brink of death, completely unaware of the fact he was sharing a bed with someone until he’d woken up.
Now, though?
Izuku didn’t think it would be possible for him to even fall asleep.
“I– You– S-Sleep–” Izuku stammered, struggling to form a single coherent thought.
Asia’s eyes went wide in horror. “W-Wait, no!” She cried out, before realizing what she’d just said. Her cheeks bloomed pink with embarrassment, but she pressed on regardless. “I-Izuku-san is still recovering from being hurt! I-If anything, he should sleep in a bed! H-His bed! You can take the couch, Rias-san, a-a-and I’ll share the bed!”
“W-WHAT?!”
Rias giggled at Izuku’s outburst, reaching out to gently wrap her fingers around his own. “You might be right about the bed being preferable to the couch, Asia,” she said softly, her eyes not leaving his own, “But as Izuku’s King, I have a responsibility to make sure he is sleeping and recovering properly. I suppose we’ll all have to share the bed, then.”
Asia was silent for a moment, stunned by the reversal, before reluctantly nodding her agreement. “I… au… okay…” she whispered, her gaze falling for a moment, “B-But you can’t hog him all to yourself!”
The red-haired girl nodded. “Of course. Now, just give me a moment to go change, and we can go get some rest.”
Oh. Right. Rias slept completely naked.
…
…
…
Izuku’s eyes rolled back. Rias was able to catch him before he hit the floor.
–
Izuku still wasn’t sure how exactly he survived last night.
True to Rias’s word, the three of them had shared a bed that night - and she was naked. Not to be outdone, Asia had similarly reduced her clothing.
He was just lucky he’d passed out when he did. There was no chance he could have fallen asleep had he not already been down for the count.
As it was, he’d woken up a little earlier than usual thanks to it, and nearly died the moment he realized where he was anyways. After slowing his pace down enough to no longer risk a heart attack, he’d snuck out of bed and ran out of his apartment as fast as he could.
All he could do to not think about what had just happened to him was train.
So he trained all morning - and afternoon, and in class. He knew most of the stuff the teachers were explaining anyways, and closing his eyes and attempting to control the air flow in the school’s ventilation system was a lot more productive than trying to pay attention (and helped him forget how Asia’s eyes were currently burning into the back of his head, and how her body felt against his side, and just how soft Rias’s–)
“Woah!” One of his classmates yelped in surprise as the overhead vent roared to life, hot air whooshing into the room, “Did it just get, like, way too hot in here?”
The teacher looked up mid-lecture, frowning. “Hmm. I suppose it did. I’ll bring it up with the custodians the next time I see them.” Even as their tone remained flat, they absentmindedly tugged at their collar. “Now, back to trigonometry…”
Izuku let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. That was way too close.
He really needed to get a handle on his mental ramblings - just being able to keep his mouth shut wasn’t enough anymore.
The moment the bell rang, everyone but Izuku sprung out of their seats. Be it rushing for the door, gathering up to hang with friends, or heading out to clubs, everyone had somewhere to be.
Even he did - though he wasn’t enough of a jerk to leave Asia behind.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked quietly, turning to face his blonde friend.
Asia opened her mouth to respond, but froze up before she could. “A-Actually, Izuku-san,” she whispered, cheeks turning red, “I, um… I-I have to go speak to Rias-san!”
“Huh?” Izuku asked, “We’re going to the club, aren’t we? I-Isn’t Rias going to be there?”
She just shook her head, tapping her fingers together shyly. “U-Um, well, Rias-san wanted to talk to me in private, ah… a-and she told me it had to be a secret!” She slapped her hands over her mouth in horror. “A-Awa! I wasn’t supposed to say that, either! P-Please don’t tell Rias-san I said anything to you about this, Izuku-san!”
He was way out of his depth. “I-I won’t…?”
Asia’s shoulders slumped in relief the moment the words left his lips. “Ouh… thank you, Izuku-san…” she whispered gratefully, “U-Um, I should probably hurry, since Rias-san is already waiting for me… I-I’ll see you after we’re done with our secret meeting!”
And with that, the former nun ran out the door. Izuku was left in the dust, staring at where she had stood moments ago in a mix of confusion and disbelief.
What could Rias possibly want to talk to Asia about, much less in secret? It could be some sort of training, or maybe even grocery budgets, but neither of those really demanded secrecy.
Maybe she was trying to get her to open up about him. Maybe she thought he was taking advantage of her like Toujou had, and thought the only way to get her to admit it was–
Izuku shook his head furiously. No, that couldn’t be it. Rias knew he wasn’t like that, right? She wouldn’t be all touchy-feely with him and make him share a bed with her and Asia if she thought he was secretly some sort of lecherous pervert…
Right?
Right. Izuku shook his head again. He knew she wouldn’t do that to him. If Rias hated him that much, there were a million things she wouldn’t have done to purposefully try and get him to open up with her.
Izuku sighed. He couldn’t help but think the worst of everyone. Maybe it really was his fault that every human he’d ever known hated his guts. Maybe he deserved it.
He slowly made his way to the classroom door. There weren’t many people in the halls now, considering how long he’d spent lost in his own little world back there.
Lucky him.
Of course, the few people that did stick around made sure to give him a wide berth, but that was nothing new. He was used to it.
That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
–
It didn’t take very long to get to the clubhouse. Izuku had been to it enough times that he could probably find the ORC building with his eyes closed, and as much as it felt wrong to admit it he was almost becoming attached to the dim, dreary manor.
It had almost become his home away from home - not that he could really think of anything as home anymore. Izuku might be welcome there, but it wasn’t like it was where he belonged.
Because that sort of place - the one where he belonged - didn’t exist.
The heavy oak doors swung open slowly for Izuku, creaking softly as he stepped inside. The darkness made it clear that he was alone, and he sighed as he swung a hand. The candles flickered to life in an instant, soft flames casting long shadows against the weathered, chiseled wall carvings.
The clubroom was silent as he stepped inside. Curtains swayed softly, the chess board laid out on the table, and the shower remained off.
Phew. At least he didn’t have to deal with seeing one of the girls naked.
He sat down on the couch quietly, hands in his lap as he waited for the others. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do, after all - he couldn’t play chess by himself, there wasn’t anything else here for him. If it came down to it he could technically work on training either his magic or with Zenith Tempest, but that would be on such a small scale that–
Izuku’s blood ran cold as that all-too-familiar feeling of Himejima’s Quirk enveloped the room, signifying her arrival long before she was actually present. He sucked in a sharp, shaky breath as his arms shot to hold onto himself, curling up slightly as his mind was wracked with gloom. It was like a bucket of liquid misery was dumped directly onto his head, and all he could do was shudder and try to weather the storm.
The sound of the Queen’s soft, easy hums echoed through the halls as she approached the room, opening the door with a murmur of satisfaction - that is, until her eyes landed on Izuku.
“Oh!” The purple-haired girl gasped in surprise, “Izuku-chan!”
Just like that, the fog lifted. Himejima’s Quirk evaporated into nothingness around them as she stepped towards him, her hand resting on the couch opposite his own. “Ara ara, sorry about that!” She giggled, an easy smile gracing her lips, “I didn’t realize anyone else was here! Buchou would be so disappointed if she knew I was being so lax about security!”
“I-It’s fine…” he mumbled in reply, unsure exactly what to say to her. Izuku twiddled his thumbs awkwardly, eyes darting between her and the door. That feeling of unease and paranoia had faded slightly, but not completely. “T-Thanks. For helping me at the bowling alley…”
Himejima smiled at him, but it did little to soothe his nerves as she waved his apology away. “Of course, Izuku-chan. You don’t have to thank me - it would be terrible if I let anyone go after our adorable little pawn~”
He couldn’t help but be a little jumpy when he was around Himejima.
Especially when they were alone.
Burning flesh and the screams of the monster whose evil had corrupted into an amalgamation beyond his understanding and yet that would be him if he even toed the line–
“Izuku-chan?”
Himejima’s soft voice pulled him out of that lovely little stroll down memory lane. Izuku shuddered and shook his head, pupils shrunken as he tried to still the beating of his heart. “I-I’m okay.”
It was clear she didn’t believe him.
“I’m sorry.” The words were bereft of her usual playfulness. There was no amused tilt to them, no teasing smile, just the bare words.
Izuku blinked. “H-Huh?” He stammered, his eyes darting up towards Rias’s second in command. “F-For what?”
Himejima’s lips curled up, but her eyes betrayed the real emotions swirling around in her soul. “I can tell you’re uncomfortable right now, Izuku-chan.”
His blood ran cold.
“N-No!” Izuku exclaimed quickly, shaking his head rapidly, “N-Not a-at all! W-Why would you think t-t-that?!”
He forced a wobbly smile onto his lips, as if the weak attempt at reassurance would work in a million years.
Unsurprisingly, it did not.
The girl’s eyes softened, a breathless sigh leaving her lips. “It’s okay. I understand. I haven’t done much to earn your trust.” Himejima sat down on the couch across from him, smoothing her skirt out until there wasn’t a single wrinkle left in the fabric. “I wouldn’t have let my Quirk affect you if I knew I wasn’t alone. I know it leaves a… bitter taste in everyone’s mouth.”
Izuku nodded meekly, the action faint enough that she might not have noticed - but he could never just leave it at that.
Because above all else, Izuku was a loser.
A weirdo.
A creep.
“W-What is your Quirk, Himejima-san?” He whispered, his soft voice betrayed by the flash of interest in his eyes. The moment the words left his lips he slammed his mouth shut, mortified that he really had to go there after the years of having it beat into his brain that no one wanted to answer his stalker questions about that and how no one wanted to listen to his whiny crybaby voice and how everyone hated him and just wished he’d disappear and how–
Himejima flinched, and her Quirk disappeared again. Izuku gasped for breath, shivering hard as a cold bucket of reality was dropped on him, banishing the ever-present whispers of his mind away to the back of his skull once more.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, voice tight, “I-I didn’t mean for it to come out again. You just surprised me.”
Izuku grit his teeth and shook his head - it was all he could muster the strength to do now. “I-It’s my fault,” he whispered, “I-I-I’m sorry for b-bothering–”
A hand shot out and landed on his knee.
Izuku nearly jumped out of his skin.
Himejima’s gaze softened immensely, her eyes holding nothing but warmth. “Didn’t Buchou say something to you about no more apologies?” She asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied his gaze, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Izuku-chan. I was surprised by your question and let my control slip. It’s my fault.”
He swallowed thickly. “B-But–”
“No buts,” Himejima murmured, her hand squeezing his knee softly before a playful gleam flickered across her eyes, “Unless you’d like to see mine, Izuku-chan. I’d be happy to let you–”
“W-W-WHAT?!”
Izuku’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “I-I’m not– y-you–” He stopped and started like a dying speaker. “I-I-I’m not a p-p-pervert!”
Himejima burst into giggles, shaking her head gently. “I’m sorry, Izuku-chan!” She managed between bouts of laughter, her chest rising and falling rapidly, “I couldn’t help myself! Your reactions are simply too adorable!”
She took a few moments to collect herself, a long sigh leaving her lips as she smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. I just wanted to get you to stop apologizing.”
His cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg on. “I-It worked, I guess…” he muttered, shrugging weakly. He still couldn’t believe she’d just said that to him.
“Anyways,” the girl continued, slowly retracting her hand from his knee to instead rest her chin on her palm, “You asked about my Quirk, yes? It’s only fair that I answer - I owe it to you, considering the harm it’s caused.”
Her tone fell slightly as she spoke. “H-Harm?” Izuku questioned, swallowing his anxieties for a moment, “Y-You haven’t done anything to me–”
“I scared you away from the club the one time Yuuto had convinced you to visit us,” she said quietly, “And that led directly to your death.”
Izuku flinched. He knew exactly what she was talking about.
And the less he thought about that, the better.
“That night we went stray hunting,” she continued, “I made you ill. I’ve made you uncomfortable in almost every interaction we’ve had. You don’t need to sugarcoat things.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but the sad smile on her lips kept his mouth shut. “As for my Quirk… it’s sort of a forcefield around me. You’ve felt the effects; it pairs very well with my, ah, personality~. It took me quite a while to learn to control it - you should have seen Buchou the first few weeks I knew her!”
Izuku chewed on his lip slowly as she spoke, his hands twitching at his sides. He forced the urge to reach for a notebook down and nodded, knowing this was not the time to start prattling off questions. “S-So it’s, um, an aura?”
Himejima nodded. “Mhm! It’s a little irritating to restrain, and the longer I do, the stronger it is when I let it out again - think of it like holding in a breath. You’ll gasp if you hold it for too long, but after a few minutes, you’ll be alright.”
He frowned. That sounded like–
“Does it hurt to hold it back?”
The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Himejima’s eyes widened for a moment, surprised, before she smoothed her expression. “Hurt?” She repeated, giggling quickly - too quickly. “Of course not! It’s just a little unpleasant at times… and I love when things get unpleasant~”
She licked her lips for good measure. Izuku blushed like hell, but he wasn’t about to let her dodge the question. “I-If your Quirk reacts that way,” he mumbled, eyes pointedly directed at anywhere but Himejima, “T-Then it’s probably not supposed to be held back. You can let it out again, I-I don’t want to make things hard on you.”
Himejima froze mid lip-lick. Her pupils dilated for a moment, the seductive expression falling away from her face like chalk on the sidewalk after a heavy rain. “I–” She cut herself off, seemingly lost for words, “You don’t have to try and act heroic for me, Izuku. I’m used to it - it’s not a big deal!”
Izuku didn’t know what possessed him at that moment, but it didn’t matter. He raised his head to meet Himejima’s gaze, eyes burning with a fire bright enough to heat the room up. “I’m not trying to act heroic. I’ve dealt with worse, and I’m not going to sit here and force you to be uncomfortable for me.”
Her mouth opened. And then shut. And then opened again. “Izuku…” Himejima whispered, a small smile forming on her lips, “…I see why Buchou is so fond of you. Not that I didn’t before, but…”
She chuckled softly, her hand moving towards his own. “Are you sure?” She asked gently, her fingers hovering an inch above his own. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll be okay if you refuse.”
He just shook his head.
Himejima smiled. Her fingers intertwined with his–
Izuku flinched as the full force of her Quirk came bearing down on him. He sucked in a sharp breath, fingers instinctively tightening in Himejima’s grasp. “I-I-I’m o-okay,” he hissed, biting back a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Himejima swapped couches quickly, moving to sit beside him as she ran her thumb over the back of his palm. She didn’t say a word - she didn’t have to. Her presence grounded him as the misery and pain and worthlessness and shame washed over him, each breath coming forced and shaky as he rode out the storm.
What if she was lying? What if she simply got a kick out of watching him suffer, and her Quirk didn’t hurt her at all? What if–
He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to bleed. Himejima wouldn’t do that. She didn’t hate him.
She had apologized to him.
He could count the number of people who had done that on one hand. It was the same number of people who were in the Occult Research Club.
Slowly, almost painstakingly so, the pressure in his ears and behind his skull began to ebb. Himejima’s hand continued to hold his own, and when he finally forced his eyes back open he could see hers were full of emotion that she quickly hid.
“A-Are you okay?” He wheezed, concern clear as day in his face.
She was silent for a moment - before bursting into giggles. She wiped her eyes with the back of her free hand, shoulders shaking as wet laughs fell from her lips. “I-Izuku-chan, you’re so precious,” Himejima whispered, “Don’t ever change, okay? Buchou is going to have to beat the girls off of you with a stick.”
Izuku blinked slowly. “Wuh?”
Himejima just giggled again, waving his question off. “Don’t worry about that right now, Izu-chan. You’ll find out soon enough.” Her eyes raked his frame, softening. “Are you alright? I know my Quirk isn’t pleasant - I don’t want to hurt you.”
He shook his head. “I-I’m fine,” he insisted, “I-It’s, um, it’s not that bad…”
Lie. It was still pretty rough. But instead of that oppressive black fog smothering his mind, it had lightened to what amounted to an overcast day, grey and meandry - but far preferable to what it had been minutes ago.
Himejima just sighed. “Well, while you’re recovering, how about taking your mind off of things?” She gestured to the chess board with an inviting smile. “Do you know how to play?”
Izuku nodded - chess was one of the few things he ever enjoyed. He didn’t play much anymore (or at all), but he had an account on one of those online sites and had spent almost all of his free time playing when he was younger.
Before his dreams were dead and gone, but after he’d realized he’d be friendless for the rest of his days. You didn’t need a Quirk to play chess - and online, no one knew if you were a Quirkless nobody when they played you. They just saw an opponent.
“Great!” Himejima finally released his hand to move the chessboard closer to the two of them, shifting to accommodate the board. “I’m no slouch myself, so I’ll let you be white. Good luck~”
“G-Good luck.” Izuku mumbled slowly, and started moving his pieces. Pawn to e5.
Himejima countered with a pawn to e6. Testing him.
His gaze tightened. Knight to f3.
Knight to c7.
His hand flicked across the board. Pawn to d3.
She smiled dangerously. Bishop to c5.
Knight to c3.
Queen to h4–
Izuku blinked. Did Himejima really just make that move? He looked up at her, and then at her piece.
She didn’t realize.
His hand went to his knight.
She suddenly realized.
“No, wait–!”
Knight takes h4.
Himejima gave up her Queen for nothing. She stared at the board in disbelief, before a soft smile fell onto her lips. “Ara ara,” she whispered, “I underestimated you, Izu-chan… I won’t do that again.”
She knocked her king over, before a dangerous gleam appeared in her eyes. “Best two out of three? We have some time before the others arrive. If you win, I’ll make it worth your while - but if I win, you’ll have to start calling me Akeno.”
–
Akeno beat his ass in the next two games. Not quite enough to be humiliating, but it was clear she was a level or two above Izuku’s own - even if rust played a factor in her victory (it didn’t).
It made him feel a little better about that fluke victory he’d won, though. It was at least something.
She was at least courteous enough to reset the board after each victory, but it wasn’t as though that was a big–
“We’re back!”
Izuku yelped as the doors to the clubroom swung open, only to gasp as a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind.
And a pair of something very… soft pressing into his back.
“I missed you, Izuku,” Rias murmured sweetly in his ear, her breath tickling his skin, “Did you miss me too?”
“I-I–”
Akeno covered her mouth as she giggled, watching the two of them in amusement. “Ara ara, Buchou, quite happy today, are we?”
Asia, who had come in right behind their King, was quick to join in. “I missed Izuku-san too!” She exclaimed, latching onto his arm, “Rias-san and I’s secret meeting wasn’t very fun… I would have had more fun being in the clubroom with you!”
“I-I-I m-missed y-y-you t-t-t-too…” he choked out, almost afraid of bursting into flames.
Rias hummed softly into his hair. “Something feels… different,” she murmured, shooting a sideways look towards Akeno.
The purple-haired girl just shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Buchou.”
The red-haired girl opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the latest arrivals - all three of them…?
“I brought a guest,” Toujou said softly, making her way towards the couches with Kiba. Izuku flinched, hoping she wouldn’t think less of him for the compromising position Asia and Rias had him in, but she didn’t even blink at the sight.
Speaking of Rias, she reluctantly let go of him at her words, turning to face the others. “…Sona?” She said in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
The student council president’s eyes were cold. “A word, Rias.”
Her tone was anything but friendly. Rias’s gaze narrowed, and the two of them stepped into the hall.
Akeno’s eyes flickered towards Toujou and Kiba, curious. “What happened?”
Toujou shrugged, though her eyes darted uneasily towards the door. “I’m not sure. Sitri-senpai was in a bad mood, though.”
Kiba’s hand twitched towards his sword, almost instinctively. “Something isn’t right,” he whispered, more to himself than anything, “I can feel it.”
Izuku frowned. He didn’t know what was going on - not that it seemed anyone else did - but it definitely didn’t seem good. Asia pressed herself further against his side.
After a few minutes of silence, Rias stepped back into the club room.
Alone.
Her eyes were hard.
“We have visitors.”