Leaning up against the bus stop waiting for Nejire to pick her up, she thought about Deku. Did anything scare him? Being that powerful with so much utility, it was hard to imagine that Deku could be frightened of anything. And yet...something in what Pyromancer said had jolted the black whip and caught Deku off guard. Something had contorted his emotional focus to the point of uselessness, if only for a second. It wasn't Pyromancer himself that scared Deku – if the green lightning had no earthly ties, then Pyromancer would have been a cake walk. But Deku cares deeply for his friends, and that included her. It was the only ace Pyromancer
They came and went, the slight interruptions, the visions of candy-colored clouds, the fleeting and far-off sounds hindered by the wind's whispers. Between these blips of sensory stimulation, there was mostly nothingness, an empty black that bent time in strange, invisible shapes.
Nothing but cold. Nothing but the dark.
A frozen, endless black ink.
A gentle light would peak through the empty blackness here and there, but this was still the void. This was still quiet nothingness. This was still death. But, oh, how her senses still clung to any sort of sensation as they flashed by.
A sky so calm.
Like a shot out of a cannon, they ascended. The wind barreled down on her head and screamed in her ears as they went higher and higher. The air was being sucked out of her lungs as they reached new heights, and Uravity kept her eyes closed. At some point, the air began to slow their ascent and Pyromancer yelled in a frustrated rage. Everyone on the ground had been a distraction and he had put himself in a disadvantageous position. In his annoyance, he let off a blast to the side, taking their momentum and investing it into moving across the sky rather than further up into it. In doing so, Uravity knew, he spent the last bit of heat he brought
The crowd was building at the edge of the plaza, just in front of the glass face of the office skyscraper. District officials were huddled at the top of the concrete stairs waiting to address the people. The chatter filled the air along with the familiar sound of traffic and Uravity found herself opposite the commotion in the back gardens. The contractors had done such a beautiful job, she thought to herself. She could remember what the area had looked like from an earlier patrol route – cracked, out-of-date, and bare. Now, there were summer flowers in full bloom densely packed into opulent flower boxes and monuments erected in the name
She had tried to keep her chin up. Throughout the whole day, that disgusting feeling of having been watched for who knew how long had eaten at her. She felt violated. Trapped. She gulped and put on her best mask. As a hero, Uravity would be a target. That had to be expected. She had to bite the bullet and brush it off. She still had to live her life and that included taking a careless stroll with a close friend in the very neighborhood the predator lurked. What else could she have done? The predator was silent as a mouse, as visible as a ghost, and smarter than most any villain she had ever faced so far. She couldn't follow him into the darkn
The rest of the day was spent agonizing over case files, these including witness testimony from Pyromancer's recent crimes. Uravity had been able to convince Deku that they need not pour over old arson records. For the most part, Pyromancer's quirk was as detailed as they could muster without ever having met the man. It came to pass that both Funai and Tsukauchi agreed that this was as good as it was going to get.
When they interviewed Echo again for the hit-lists, the bat was more than willing to cooperate, after so many hours to think about it. Echo gave them as detailed a list as he could, and just as they feared, Ochako's apartment bu
“Ugh, this feels like a punishment,” Krow whined as he and Uravity walked the few blocks to the police department.
They were fortunately walking in the opposite direction of yesterday's incident, and Uravity had done everything in her power not to look in its direction as they crossed the street. The debris from the twelve-story collapse still littered much of the intersection despite the round the clock work to remove it. They might not have even found everyone who had once lived in the building. It filled her with grief. The news last night had barely covered hers and Deku's fight with the undead monstrosity, citing the graphic
It would be a few more days before Uravity saw Deku again. It was like he had never been there, and the only clues he had left behind were the case files from the police department and a text letting her know he was busy chasing smaller criminals uptown. She relished in the butterflies that fluttered in her chest upon seeing his name on her screen, but realizing it, scolded herself for being so pathetic. The other night when he was here she could have asked him to dinner, could have made herself an opportunity, but, instead, missed it again. It wasn't as if he were a slippery fish, she just refused to cast the line time and time again.
The rest of the weekend had been a blur. Ochako and most of class A stayed at Momo's party until the wee AM hours. After her talk with Izuku, she felt lighter, and better yet, no one had seen them together. Everyone else was consumed with their own lives, even the nosy Tooru and Mina hadn't noticed she was absent for a long while. She tried to keep her euphoria a secret, for she could only imagine the guessing games the other girls would play to try and figure out how in the world her mood flipped one hundred and eighty degrees. Still, Ochako found her bubbly self, with the help of just one more drink concocted by her pink friend, and enjoyed