Monstrous Hero- My Hero Academia x Fairy Tail (Oc)

Young Blood

An- My artwork of Darla and her dolls.

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"Alright, everyone, listen up!" In Fatgum's agency, the hero himself stood by the projection screen with an images of the wanted wizards, although he's against targeting these children. Since working close with a few, the difficult decision was placed on their laps. Choosing between bonds or the people you're promised to protect. A burden that a hero could ever be placed in. Putting on a mask to hide his concern for his two pupils, seeing their downtrodden looks. Knowing they'll be facing two of the mages they've grown close to. Unable to imagine the hurt and hesitance they must've felt to face Shira and Koyuki.

In the number ten hero in the charts, Ryukyu eyed her sidekicks and students- who Uraraka and Asui seemed finicky with being here in the room with the other sidekicks- listening their impending mission. Before turning back to her screen that one of her workers projected on screen, "We must act swift and sufficiently without any fail." Brows furrowing in discontent on their task, but as heroes what choice did they have? Logically, one mustn't show bias just because you're close to said person. As her sworn duty to protect the people from any villainy and harm, she must push back the acid taste burning on her tongue. It's as if she was lynching an innocent toddler for witchcraft during the accursed era. 'No...' Nails digging in her skin, 'The Witch Salem Trails at least had trails and court to pass judgement.' Something she couldn't believe to admitting, 'We're tossing Dragneel to the dogs to save our own skin, but what choice do we have.' Inhaling and exhaling sadly to herself, everyone knowing this wasn't something favorable to anyone's taste, 'This is far from being heroic...' How true this thought ran.

Centipeder stood by Bubble Girl, as the aquatic skin woman held up her tablet. Eying the transcript she's received from the officers witness accounts. Nervous sweat clear on her temple, eyes flicking time to time to her device then to her calm partner beside her. As much as she hated this day and wished it never came, she was thankful that Centipeder stayed firmed on the capture side. She wouldn't be able to stomach if they decided to end Koyuki's life. Nevertheless, it didn't say she favored being here to rush after the Dragon Slayer. Much like the boys here in the conference room. Seeing that both Izuku and Mirio are present. Although Togata has yet recovered his Quirk, there was a job they needed to the boy to handle. Trusting no one but he to uphold it. "None of the other heroes will cooperate with others unless you're siding along their agendas." As expected, both U.A students threw questioning glances towards the other.

Endeavor scowled to all of his sidekicks present, an amount that many citizens would awe at such room filled with heroes working under the number one. Shoto, over the months has finally acquired his license now is thrown into the edge and faces a difficult choice, sat beside his father. The man uncaring if he showed obvious bias he showed for his son in comparison towards his top, well skilled, sidekicks. But also that his youngest will be thrown into a much darker side of heroism that some haven't seen when put under firm orders. So of course the heterochrome teen sat with their shoulders tensed. "That said, I except we'll gain resistance from said group,"

Shoto froze rigidly, heart stopping momentarily from shock then snapping to his father's direction with dilated eyes, "Wait. Are you implying that it's highly possible the other heroes will interfere." Todoroki Enji, Endeavor, didn't look to his son, knowing they held such intensity. Before transitioning to another hero from another agency receiving an intense glare from Bakugou, who also retained his license to join his previous mentor during internship. Best Jeanist threw a quick glance towards the scowling teen, face twitching, close to twisting to an enraged features. "Correct."

Biting down, clenching his teeth to the point of grinding his jaw with a wrathful flames in his blood red pupils, 'This is fuckin ludicrous...!'

Back in Sir Nighteye's agency, Izuku and Mirio felt their skins moisten from the bullets of sweat falling their bodies. Midoriya couldn't believe this was happening, was this what his future-self meant about war? An actual civil war between heroes that chosen different factions. This was horrible!