If Nix Got Expelled. (Drabble)
@jackalclot this is literally just an imagine if nix got expelled, and her group of friends encounter her as pros-
This is the reference for her looks btw
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4 years. It had been 4 years since Phoenix Grim had been exposed as the heiress to her family's Yakuza group. 4 years since she had been expelled from UA. 4 years since she had seen her friends, or dadzawa.
4 years since her dreams of being a pro hero were shattered.
It had been 2 years since her father was attacked by an opposing Yakuza group and left unable to lead the Grim Yakuza. 2 years since her father had started to focus only on the family business, which she'd inherit soon as well. 2 years since she had become the leader of the Yakuza.
It was 2 years of paperwork, learning how to run the company, fighting away opposing groups, and being scarred and desensitized.
Her eyes were duller these days, her hair was messier, and she had multiple scars across her body. Knife scars across her face, arms, and legs. She had a bullet scar in her shoulder and ribs, and multiple burn scars.
The young woman in question stood up from her desk, stretching out as her joints popped. Having around 4 years of training and experience in both her quirks, she could erase memories, like her father.
Slipping a mask onto her scarred face, she gave quick orders to her subordinates, and walked out of her base. Heading up an underground staircase, she came out into an abandoned subway line, letting the trapdoor blend seamlessly with the floor. Taking a deep breath of stale air, she began to walk to the populated area of the subway.
Her boot steps echoed against the tile, her suit swished and crinkled, and her soft breathing echoed through the emptiness. Cobwebs decorated the walls, and an old subway car was tipped on its side on the long broken railings, covered in graffiti. She knew this route by heart, letting her mind wander as her body effortlessly followed the same path, dust pluming around her feet as she walked. Her left hand twitched as she slipped through an employee door into the running subway station. The twitch occurred again, the product of a quirk accident. She couldn't keep her hand from twitching anymore, though it wasn't as often as when the wound was fresh.
She shoved her hands into her suit pants, her fingerless gloves brushing against the fabric, as she strolled up the stairs into the outdoors. Her left eye rolled back, covering in static as she utilized part of her second quirk to scan those around her. She very quickly checked their quirks as she walked. She knew the pros quirks by heart.
Flight. Not a pro. Super senses. Not a pro. She dismissed her quirk, continuing her stroll around the city of Musutafu. Coming across a familiar graveyard, her breath caught in her throat. She slowly strode in, purposeful steps bringing her to the grave beneath a cherry blossom tree, and she slowly knelt down, her hands trembling as she brushed her fingers against the worn edges of her mother's grave.
The grave was still in good shape, the headstone worn away at the edges from the elements, and a single Lily laying next to it. She smiled sadly, brushing a finger against the petals, tracing the letters embedded in the marble headstone.
Only a few people knew about her mother's grave. Her father, who couldn't manage to get to the graveyard anyway, herself, but she hadn't been in this area of the base in years. Aizawa knew, her mother was a rather close friend of his.
And Shouto Todoroki knew. She had taken him here, shortly before she was expelled. He must have visited. Even when she hadn't, he had, because he left a Lily. She had told him that was what she would leave.
Despite her face remaining calm, a practiced mask, a tear slipped from her eye. A clearing of a throat came from behind her, and she stood up, brushing her suit pants clean of dirt, turning to apologize to the individual.
She kept her face averted, staring at the ground as she mumbled a soft apology, bowing as she took her leave. A shaky gasp from behind her made her change her mind, and she glanced over her shoulder to see a head of green, unruly hair, gravity defying lavender, and perfectly split red and white.
"Nixie...?" The greenette spoke up, and the female barked out a sad laugh, turning away again, raising a hand in farewell.
"I'm afraid she's long dead." She spoke, walking towards the entrance to ths graveyard, only to be blocked by a redheaded male, and an angry blonde smelling of caramel.
"Great, it was all a set up? Wonderful." She snarked, biting a finger of her glove to pull it off, tossing it to the side.
"Red Riot, Ground Zero! Pleasure to see you, truly. And wow, Shouto and Deku as well? Must be my lucky day." She spoke, startling ths pros behind her.
"Phoenix. You're... It's you." Bakugou spoke, seemingly in disbelief.
"It's me. I don't look the same, do I? You all look nice though. Congratulations, Hitoshi, I suppose my expulsion secured your spot in class 1-A, hmm? I'm glad you managed to become a pro when I couldn't." She smiled sweetly, her mask burning away from her face as she exhaled black smoke. "Look at you all, you're in the big leagues. I'm proud of you." Her eyes misted, and she blinked away tears, activating her quirk.
Her eyes rolled back, and the males around her froze, their eyes filling with static to mimic her own.
"Unfortunately, I can't have any of you remembering this."
