It was 11:15 am.

Momo Yaoyoruzu was lying on the couch with her girlfriend, Kyoka Jirou. She was about to drift to sleep until she heard her phone ring.

The caller ID read Izuku.

"Honey..." Momo moaned, "Pass me my phone."

Jirou stretched out her arm and grabbed it, handing it to her lover.

"Thanks, babe," Momo said. She sat up, placing the phone to her ear. "What do you want?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm, but solemn. "We need to finish the job."

Momo stood up immediately, "Izuku," she said, "If you are saying what I think you are saying, You're going on a suicide mission."

The voice on the other side chuckled, "I guess that's why I need you."

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Momo suited up. She wore a red sports bra, red boy shorts, and a beige trench coat. She stood outside of her apartment. She saw a red Pontiac GTO drive up to the curb. A man with short green hair, and muscular hands sat at the steering wheel.

He looked at her with cheerful, emerald eyes. "Hop in!"

Momo smirked as she stepped into the car. Then the two drove off. The busy road of Musutafu occupied Izuku's mind as he deliberately weaved between the cars that occupied the road. The two of them took a stop in front of a large office building.

"How many people do you think are in the building?" Izuku asked. He put on his balaclava and got out of the car.

"Impossible to tell," Momo replied, putting on her sunglasses. "I guess we'll have to find out."

Izuku started to walk backwards, away from the building. "I'll take the top story, you take the second, and we'll meet on the first"

Momo intervened, "How about I take the first floor, you take the top, and we meet in the middle. If we start at the top going down, the bottom floor would be given enough time to call for backup or escape. If we go from the top and the bottom, and move towards the middle, we not only create a buffer in the case of backup, we also prevent people escaping.

Izuku nodded towards her. "Okay, that'll work."

Izuku went off into a run. His legs fully extended as the distance between him and the building closed. He squatted down and lept. The concrete below him shattered as he launched himself through the air.
Izuku crashed through the window of the third floor of the building, quickly running his eyes over the many faces of the men in front of him. He sprinted for the person closest to him, a sharp blowing smashed his target's nose. A man behind Izuku took a swing at him, armed with a metal bat. Izuku ducked, whipping his legs through the man's midsection. Izuku dashed towards the man closest to the door. He grabbed his head, and smashed it into the floor. Blood spread all over the floor.

"C'mon!" Izuku roared at the remaining men in the room. Confidence oozed out of him as he settled into a fighting stance. "Have at you!"

Multiple men came at him at once. The fight was over in a flash. To Izuku, however, the fight moved in slow motion. A jab to his right, a chop to the left, and a couple kicks. That was all it took to turn his targets into viscera. All except one.
A man stood at the other end of the room. He had a strange, floating shape in his hands. "D-don't move," the man said. "I-I'm w-warning yo-"
Izuku causally sauntered over to the man and flicked him in the jaw, leaving him unconscious. Darn, Izuku though, The guy really had some guts.

Izuku made his way into the hallway, there was an elevator at the end of it. He walked towards it and pressed the 'up' button.

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The doors on the first floor were blasted open.

Smoke poured into the level, obscuring the sight of the men who acted as the level's defence. Momo took advantage of the chaos. From her skin, a grappler hook was produced. She fired it towards the ceiling. Its hooks penetrated the drywall, staying firm.
Momo hoisted herself up. She hung onto the roof, looking down on her opponents with a small grin on her face. She dropped down, dead in the middle of them. The armed men looked at her with surprise.
"Shine!" The goon in front of her said. Mere moments before he pulled the trigger on his assault rifle, she narrowly avoided the aim of the barrel. A hail of bullets hit nothing but air as she moved behind him.
Wrapping her hands around him, she suplexed the man into the ground. The floor cracked as his head was buried into it. She darted through the group of men, running towards the next most dangerous person. Momo's mind raced as she absorbed all of the information in front of her. This goon held both a gun, and had glowing hands. In her hands, she formed a pair of sharpened shuriken. She threw them at his hands, piercing them. He dropped the gun immediately. She dashed towards him, landing a flurry of punches. He fell to the floor.

She threw a handful of blunt shuriken. They spread in every direction, hitting the men dead on. The men fell to the floor. On the other end of the plaza, another group of men poured out. They must have been loitering in the other rooms, Momo thought.

Momo ran at the group. The hair on her skin stood on end as small smoke bombs materialized in her hands. She squatted down, her thighs burned in anticipation. She bursted forward, throwing the smoke bomb. The newcomers were blinded. She slithered between the men. Strikes to the groin, throat, and head left her foes bruised and unconscious.
She heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from behind her. She snapped her head towards the door. Two women stood at the entrance. One wore a pink helmet, tight black spandex, and large pink boots. The other wore a denim jest, a pink shirt, leather pants and combat boots. The boots had a sort of speaker weaved into them.

Oh No .

Momo slid into the elevator, looking at her enemies, no, friends as she pressed the button to the second floor.

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The second floor was entirely empty, there were no corridors, no rooms. Simply a large plane, with a bed against the wall. An elderly man lied on the bed. He was connected to a series of machines and IVs. On the side of the room sat a man. He had short, black hair and wore a well tailored blue suit. A long katana, sheathed in a black scabbard, leaned against the chair.

The man began to speak, "So I take it that you've come here to kill me?"

"I guess so... what do they call you around these parts?" Izuku said. The man shot him a glance.

"The Reader," The man replied.

The two men ran at each other. The Reader unsheathed his blade. He sent a flurry of slashes and puns. Large words materialized out of thin air as they were launched at Izuku. Puns? Izuku thought as he avoided the large words. "My quirk, Word Form allows me to cast words into reality!"

The Reader set forth a litany of words. Izuku weaved and dodged between 'Swooshes' and 'Shwings'. He managed to get within three feet of the Reader. When he lunged forward. Izuku felt the familiar piercing of a blade in his shoulder. Time began to slow as the blade wedged itself deeper.

Izuku pushed on. Through the pain, he grabbed onto the Reader's arm and crushed it. The Reader formed the word repel, which blasted him through the wall behind him. "If I use verbs, its meaning is executed," The Reader said. Izuku grabbed onto the handle of the sword in his shoulder. He winced as he pulled it out. With the sword in hand, he threw it, the technique was akin to a javelin. It zoomed through the air. The Reader narrowly dodged. The word 'swoosh' trailed behind him as he moved. The Reader looked back, seeing his sword lodged into the wall.

Izuku ran at his opponent, a streak of blood left his shoulder. He led with a straight, his fist made ripples in the air. The Reader stepped to the side. A small gust of wind blew into his face. The Reader walks forward, placing an empty palm on Izuku's stomach. Izuku felt his midsection go inward. The force lifted him up, then he slammed onto the floor. He swept the legs from under the Reader. As the Reader tripped, Izuku mounted him.
From his sleeve, the Reader produced a small envelope opener. He rammed it into Izuku's neck. Izuku his neck's muscles, keeping the knife in place. The Reader tried to pull it back out, but the knife broke off in his neck.
"Well, shit..." The Reader looked up in disappointment as Izuku's fist slammed into his face. Like a pile of play-dough, the print of Izuku's fist was superimposed onto the face. The floor was painted a dark crimson as Izuku pulled his fist away.

Izuku limped over to the sword in the wall. The blade was a foot deep into it. Izuku grabbed it by its hilt and pulled it out. There was a slight grinding sound as the steel moved out of the wall. He walked over to the old man, sword in hand.

"You asked for this."

Izuku plunged the blade through the mouth of the old man. The elderly man gargled on the blade before a pool of blood overflowed from his mouth. In the corner of his ear, Izuku heard the sound of the elevator pinging. The elevator doors open. Momo is revealed, visibly worried.

"Izuku, we have a problem."

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The two of them started to sneak down the stairs. "So you only knocked the guys downstairs unconscious?" Izuku asked.

"Yeah," Momo responded.

"Not good... We'll have to kill them before the heroes capture them," Izuku said. He felt a slight sizzle run across his cheek.

"You know I have a no-kill rule..." Momo growled.

"Fine, I'll do it myself. Escape from the roof, I'll take the bottom floor." He held out his hand, giving an expectant gaze to his partner.

Momo looked at him with mild annoyance. Remember, Momo thought, This is the last job. She produced two large revolvers and heaps of .44 cartridges spilled from out of her. Izuku knelt down, he grabbed the revolvers and scooped up the bullets. Izuku could only say one thing.

"Thank you."

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Momo sprinted up the stairs. Izuku proceeded to go down the stairs. Eventually, he reached the first floor. The floor was littered with unconscious bodies. The two heroes inspected the level, searching for clues. Their attention was pulled away from the investigation as they heard a bang. A man on the floor had their head blown off and Izuku emerged, his face hidden in a black balaclava.
Izuku blasted the rest of the men. He proceeded to empty multiple chambers into the unconscious men on the floor. Their bodies were gored, ripped apart by the force of the bullets. The two heroes stared at him with a mix of wrath and disgust.
After Izuku felt that he had retired all of his targets, he threw his revolvers at the two heroes. The one in denim got hit in the head with the butt of the gun. The one in pink grabbed the gun out of the air. She locked eyes with Izuku. Her brown eyes glared into his green ones as he walked past her. He left the complex, walking straight towards his car. He pink hero, as if in a trance, decided to follow him.
As Izuku pulled out of the driveway, he saw her staring at him. He squinted at her as he floored the gas pedal, he swerved into the streets as his car zoomed off.

Strange, The hero in pink thought, He doesn't have the eyes of a killer.

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Momo was almost out of the building. Amongst the gore on the top level, she saw an unconscious man. His breathing gave him up. Shit, Izuku'll kill him if he catches him. She placed him on her back. Fake blood dripped out of her as she stained the shirt of the man on her shoulders. Come on...

She rushed to the first level. she sprinted, tossing the man onto the floor. She raised her hands, in a faux surrender. The two heroes looked at each other, and then back to her.

"Momo?"