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They’d gotten used to each other quite quickly, both personally and professionally. And while they didn’t often meet up on the battlefield there was the odd occasion where a situation would require both the third and seventh top heroes to respond.

Their battles quite often consisted of Valkyrie shielding the explosion hero until he got close enough to fire a powerful attack, and if needed the winged hero would follow up with one of her own. The media had already begun to talk about how proficiant they where as a team.

Three and Seven, the Power Couple. That had been the last news article title written about the two of them. They both laughed it off when they where asked to respond.

Today’s situation had been pretty simple, the Police had seemingly panicked when they asked for both of the heroes, as well as numerous sidekicks. Valkyrie had managed to get a good glance of the crowd as she floated back down to the ground. Landing quietly next to the explosion hero with a bright smile,

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“Kacchan-san!” Obviously, Eri already knew that Ground Zero didn’t go by this nickname for a hero name. Bakugou, Ground Zero; usually, those were what other people called him by, at least from what she knows.

But to her, Kacchan will always be Kacchan. That’s because Deku calls him Kacchan, and now it’s stuck with her enough to make her call him Kacchan, too.

   Kasumi had gotten use to the screams now, the shrill sounds having become apart of the endless noises that filled the city. She didn’t care to see the reactions, focus only on the bundle of money her hands cradled in the pockets of her jacket as she strolled in the opposite direction of the building chaos. She was never one to hang around and admire her work. That was practically begging to get caught. That small rag-tag group of criminals would take the blame anyways, giving her the chance to slip away just like she had told them would happen. She was never interested in the fame. Her whole life was spent in the shadows, avoiding everyone while everyone avoided her and it would stay like that for as long as she could continue hiding. She just wanted to live comfortably and not worry about missing rent or going hungry.

   Kasumi removed her phone from the back of her pants pocket, still fresh blood hidden underneath painted nails as she looked at her messages. One of her usual “employers” still hadn’t answered her text, the message not even opened based on the lack of a ‘read’ notification. Strange. They usually at least acknowledged her when she got in contact first. Briefly she worries about them being caught, but the emotion quickly fades as she knows it’s not her problem. She’d just have to hope someone else reached out for her work before the end of the month.

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