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Time Out

Series: Mystic Hero Academia (Fic 3/??) Fandom: Mystic Messenger || My Hero Academia Rating: T for Teens Wordcount: 2399 Summary: After the Provisional Licensing Exam ended in conflict, the League of Villains regroups at headquarters, and an argument ensues, sending Toga dimension-hopping and right into the sightline of none other than Yoosung Kim.

Blink leaned against the bar, exhausted and cranky. The teen hadn’t been planning on being partially deafened by Present Mic today, and all she had to show for it was a wicked migraine.

“Coffee, Blink?” Kurogiri said quietly from behind her, and she shook her head, immediately regretting the motion. “No thanks, big bro. Water?” She asked, cracking her eyes open enough to see what passed for Kurogiri’s face show surprise before settling back into its usual passivity.

“Hizashi got you good today, hm?” He said, setting a glass of ice water within reach.

Blink didn’t grace that question with a verbal response, she simply slammed the ice water back, and like much of the rest of her day, immediately regretted it as an ice-cream headache hit her on top of her already existing headache.

Of course, the rest of the league had to saunter in just in time to hear her whimper like a kicked dog.

“That good, eh pipsqueak?” Magne said with a chuckle, clapping Blink affectionately on the shoulder on the way by to her usual booth.

Dabi and Shigaraki didn’t say anything to her, as usual. She wasn’t entirely sure what she did to piss off the scarred wonder since the incident at the training camp, but Mr. Handsy just hated her from the start, and only Kurogiri’s request had convinced him to accept her as one of them. She still wasn’t entirely sure why it was that he was so enamored of her, but, well, that was a problem for another day and probably someone else entirely, because Blink couldn’t bring herself to give a single flying fuck.

Of course, the general quiet of the bar couldn’t keep when Miss Mischief and Noise herself entered, and seemed for all the world like someone had given her an atomic wedgie for how much of a twist her panties were in.

“Oh. My. God. Blink.” Toga said, stomping across the bar to stand in front of her, hands on her hips. “You were supposed to keep Eraser Head off of me for at least 20 minutes, what the hell happened to the plan?”

“That was, in fact, going to be my question as well.” Shigaraki said, blissfully quietly, from behind the bar.

“Being hit simultaneously by Present Mic and Ms. Joke turns out to be hard on the concentration.” Blink said, sighing. “I’ll work on it.” She turned to head upstairs, deciding she couldn’t deal with all of this noisy angsty bullshit until this headache passed, but didn’t even make it a step before Toga was in her way.

“That’s not good enough, Blink. I almost got roasted today because of you!” Toga pushed her backwards, and she stumbled a step, running into the bar and the half-empty glass of water she’d forgotten to finish. She winced, expecting the painful sound of shattering glass, but instead was greeted by a soft thud and a quiet splash. Someone had caught the glass, then. Good. She’d hate to be the cause of yet another piece of Kurogiri’s barware getting broken.

“I have nothing else to say about it.” Blink said, glaring at Toga. She didn’t want to fight with the girl. Not because she cared one way or another, really, but because she knew that Toga could easily take her in a fight, and bruises on top of a headache were not on her list.

“Too bad!” Toga shouted, and Blink winced. “You’re going to pay for today!”

That was enough for Blink. Her head was screaming. Toga kept getting louder. She was done with this shit.

“Toga.” She said, feeling her hair start to stand on end as if by static electricity. “I think you need a Time Out.”

And with a flash of darkness, Toga disappeared.

“I’ll be in my room.” Blink said, turning and walking away from the room full of stunned adults.

“That Stupid Bitch!” Toga screamed, kicking the nearest trash bin to where she’d appeared. It was an unspoken rule that the League of Villains didn’t use their quirks on each other, and here she was, in whatever creepy-ass fake world Blink’s quirk sent people to.

Yoosung Kim stopped and shook his head. He was pretty sure that blonde girl had just appeared out of nowhere, and now she was kicking a trash bin and screaming obscenities. Shaking his head didn’t make her disappear, though. And he knew exactly who she was. He wouldn’t mistake Himiko Toga for anyone. She was unironically his favorite girl from My Hero Academia, all of 1-A be damned. She wasn’t evil, she was just abused and neglected and so pretty… This was not how he was expecting to spend his unexpected day off of classes, but… well… Yoosung shrugged and walked over to her.

“Excuse me, Miss Toga? That is you, right?” Yoosung said to the angry girl, who in an instant had turned and held a knife against his throat.

“Who the hell is asking?” She asked, eyes narrow.

“Um, well, my name is Yoosung Kim. You don’t know me but…”

Toga’s eyes relaxed. “Little naive cutie… you remind me of Midoriya.”

Yoosung tried not to flinch when she reflexively licked her lips. “I remind you of him? That’s one heck of a compliment. I wish I were as cool as him. I’m just me though.”

Toga grinned, and put the knife away. “So, I don’t know how long I’m gonna be here.” She said “But how about we go back to your place? Standing here on the street gives me the creeps.”

Yoosung didn’t know what he was expecting from bringing Toga back to his apartment, but her sitting on his lap pinning him to the couch wasn’t it.

“So. Yoosung, you said. That’s a cute name. How do you know mine?”

Yoosung bit his lip, his hands flat against the couch on either side of him. There was a girl on his lap, and she was clearly comfortable there but he wasn’t particularly comfortable having her there, given her propensity for holding a knife to his throat at a whim.

“You’re from my favorite anime.” Yoosung said, seeing no point in hiding the truth.

“Are you afraid of me?” She asked, smirking.

“More than a little bit.” Yoosung admitted, looking away from her intense gaze. “For a lot of reasons.”

“If I’m from your anime, that means you know I’m a villain. Is that why you’re afraid?”

Yoosung practically barked out a laugh at this, which made Toga back up off of his lap and onto the floor.

“You’re not a villain, Toga.” Yoosung said. “You just play one on TV. Erm, well. You’re just misunderstood.”

“I’m part of the League of Villains, idiot.”

“Honestly most of the League aren’t villains, they’re just hella mistreated people who are mad about it.” Yoosung said, thinking back to his conversation about this very topic with the Choi Twins.

Toga just blinked at him from the floor as Yoosung continued to explain his theory about the League of Villains, especially Magne and Twice who really just wanted to live their dang lives how they saw fit, thanks. That’s not a villain. That’s someone who’s fighting back about being oppressed. Yoosung went on to ramble his way through his theories about the entire league, and when he ran out of people, he covered his mouth in embarrassment, and then muttered, “Thanks for coming to my T.E.D. Talk I guess…”

“Huh.” Toga said. “What about Blink then?”

Yoosung paused, and, well, blinked. “Who?”

“You don’t know who Blink is? Your story is broken!” Toga said. “Blink’s the bitch that sent me here!”

“Sent you?” Yoosung asked, surprised by the wording.

“Yeah, she got mad and used her quirk on me, so I’m here.” Toga grumbled.

“Oh.” Yoosung said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know anything about her. She’s not in the anime.”

“Well that’s just weird as hell.” Toga muttered. “So yeah Blink. Her Quirk is “Time Out”, and it makes people come to your world or whatever, for as long as she concentrates. And I was mad, because she didn’t keep Eraser gone long enough and I almost got hurt.”

Yoosung didn’t know why Toga was telling him all of this, but he was for sure going to tell Seven all about it later.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like she’s a villain either, really.” Yoosung said, knowing he didn’t have enough information to make that call, but not caring because it matched up with his hypotheses.

“Yeah, she’s just a kid that Kurogiri took in, and so, villain by proxy I guess.” Toga shrugged. “She’s cool normally. We just fight a lot. She thinks I’m loud, I think she’s stuck up, you know the usual.”

“You sound like sisters.” Yoosung said. “Or at least, that’s the kind of thing I fight about with my sister, so….”

Toga laughed, and Yoosung shifted to make space on the couch so she could stop sitting on the floor, and patted the cushion next to him in invitation.

“I don’t really know how much longer I’ll be here.” Toga said, obediently sitting on the couch before promptly falling over to lay her head in Yoosung’s lap. “It’s kinda been nice to be somewhere where I didn’t need to be on my guard the whole time.”

“I… um…” Yoosung was a bit flustered by Toga laying in his lap, but he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy her company. “You’re welcome here anytime. I know you can’t get here without Blink, but I could give you my number so you could call if she gets mad and kicks you out of your dimension again?”

“Are you hitting on me, blondie?” Toga said, raising an eyebrow.

“N-no!” Yoosung said, hastening to clarify. “I just think you’re neat. You really are my favorite, and getting to talk to you, or at least talk at you has been nice.”

“I’m your favorite?” Toga held both of her sleeved hands up in front of her face to hide her blush. She’d never been anyone’s favorite before. “If I’m your favorite…can I have your blood?”

Yoosung froze. “Uh. My blood?”

“Yeah. No one knows you at home, so maybe if I could be you I could just be some rando on the street instead of Toga the Villain.”

Yoosung considered this seriously for a moment. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that Toga wanted his blood so she could pretend to be him with her quirk. (And probably some other more sketch reasons but he was trying not to think about those.) It was probable that whatever she was going to use his face for, it was going to be seen as villainous activity, even though she really shouldn’t be considered a villain. But. It was also in completely different world from his, one that was seen as fictional. The most likely outcome of this was that there was going to be his face somewhere in the manga or anime and he was going to be able to cosplay a villain without thinking too hard about it. But, given that she could come back here if Blink used her quirk the way Toga said, it could affect him in more ways. But she wasn’t evil, so if he could convince her not to be horrible with his blood, then maybe it really could just help her out.

“I’m thinking about it.” Yoosung said, when he watched Toga’s face fall. “I want to make a smart decision here. I know that you think you’re a villain, and that if I give you my blood, you’re going to be me. I don’t think I mind you pretending to be me. I’m not that exciting, but that’s not the point. Or well, I guess for you it is, but anyway.” Yoosung waved that thought away. “I guess… will you promise me you won’t use my blood to hurt my friends?”

Toga blinked at him, and dropped her hands. “I promise I won’t use your blood to hurt your friends.” She said it clearly, and audibly. “I just want… a face no one knows. And you’re cute. And not trying anything on me even though we’re alone in your place. You haven’t even used your quirk on me once. I could do with being a normal guy for a little while.”

“You know everyone here is quirkless, right?” Yoosung said, smirking at her. “I don’t have a quirk to use on you. You’re extra special here.”

Apparently Toga didn’t know that, because she grinned super big.

“You mean I could have just overpowered you and taken your blood?"

"Yep." Yoosung said, his voice only a little bit squeakier than before.

"Huh." Toga said, and shrugged. "I won't though. Because you're nice. And you're honest. And I'm your favorite. But can I still have it? I promise it won't hurt. Much? Just like, a little poke..."

Yoosung laughed, and shook his head. "I can't believe you're actually right here in front of me." He said, then. "You really are my favorite character. I'm so glad that I'm the one that got to see you and hang out with you." He tapped her shoulder so she'd sit up, and he got up and walked over to his desk.

"Cutie." Toga muttered, blushing. "You didn't say if I could have some of your blood though."

"You can." He said, turning around with a post-it note in hand. "As long as you keep that promise."

Toga nodded. "I will."

Yoosung held out his arm for her, his hand holding a post-it note with his phone number and his name, Yoosung Kim, written out in Korean, Japanese, and English. Since he didn't know what language actually existed in her world, hopefully one of those was close enough. Toga carefully used one of her syringes to take some of his blood, and then stuck the post-it note on it.

"Thank you, Yoosung Kim~." she said, and kissed his cheek before suddenly disappearing.

Yoosung turned to where she should have been, and she was gone.

"Well, that happened." He said, his memories and the tiny puncture mark on his arm the only proof she'd even been there. He walked off to the bathroom to put a band-aid over the spot, mumbling to himself. "I should probably tell Seven. Maybe not about the blood, though..."

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