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Group Chat: Fight Club - 15 members
Mind Game:
got another one
meeting tonight @ 5 for more details
normal place
Mind Game added Jirou Kyouka to the chat
Jirou Kyouka changed their nickname to Earphone Jack
Earphone Jack:
sup
Deku:
That’s kind of short notice, Shinsou :/
Can it wait for the normal meeting tomorrow?
(Also, hi Jirou!! It’s nice to officially meet you :D)
Mind Game:
some of its time sensitive so not really
if someone can't make it its whatever
theyll get the rundown tomorrow
but theyll be missing out
Earphone Jack:
yeah. don't know how long this dude'll be sticking around for, so better to see him now than hope he'll still be here tomorrow
Chargebolt:
Shinsou!
My dude!
My main man!
Are you planning on LEAVING us????
You would betray the sacred brohood of Fight Club like this?
Mind Game:
shut up shes not talking about me
Chargebolt:
Oh good
Earphone Jack:
or am i 😏
Chargebolt:
Oh god
Dynamight:
What the hell are you guys talking about?!?!?!
Quit being squirrely shits and spit it out! We don't have time to deal with your emo-goth solidarity schtick.
Earphone Jack:
i'm more punk than goth, for your information
Mind Game:
im not goth im just tired
…
wait whos the emo and whos the goth
Earphone Jack:
we already established im punk instead of either
Mind Game:
hold on
let me look up the difference
…
ok i dont know if tokoyamis in the chat right now
but if anyone in class is a goth its him
Tsukuyomi:
I have, indeed, embraced both the aesthetics and power found in darkness, for one can not truly fight it without knowing it deeply.
Mind Game:
see i just cant get to that level
guess ill be emo then
to fill out our little trifecta
that being said
cancel ur evening plans
join my emo band
and by emo band i mean meeting
Dynamight:
I hate it here.
Mind Game snorts from where he’s peering over his younger self’s shoulder. “Good to see you’re all getting along.”
Hitoshi jolts and pulls his phone to his chest for a second before relaxing into a practiced nonchalance. “They’re alright, I guess.” Which might as well be a ringing endorsement, coming from them.
Jirou, sitting opposite to the two of them in the diner booth, hums and sets her phone down. “They don’t seem too different from - well. You all,” she says, gesturing at Mind Game in specific.
“We are still the same people,” Mind Game says, raising an eyebrow. “And Aizawa does say we all still act like little hellions.”
“Yeah, but you're old ."
Hitoshi snickers, and Mind Game elbows him in the ribs. "Excuse me, it's not my fault you two are practically infants . How old are you now, eight? Nine?"
“Thirteen!” they both object, and now it’s Mind Game’s turn to snicker as he raises his hands in defense.
“Oops, my bad. Must be my old eyes getting to me.” He grins at Jirou, and she rolls her eyes.
“Oh sure, it’s your eyes . Not like you were in the room when the detective was questioning us or anything.”
Mind Game hums faux-thoughtfully, leaning back in the booth and tilting his head a couple times this way and that. “Mmmmmmm nope. Don’t remember that at all. Maybe my memory’s going too?” He lolls his head around to look at Hitoshi mournfully, “You’ll have to watch out for that, when you get to be my age.”
Hitoshi looks distinctly unimpressed, then turns to Jirou. “Maybe we shouldn’t bring him to the meeting after all.”
“Hey!”
“No, no. I want to see how this goes. It’ll be hilarious .”
“Maybe,” Hitoshi admits with a grimace, “but at what cost?”
“None, for me,” Jirou says, taking a long pull of her drink. “If you’re embarrassed, that sounds like a you problem.”
Mind Game is nothing if not an equal opportunity asshole. “Oh, you think I can’t embarrass you too, Jacks? Don’t forget I’ve known my Kyouka for years. I have plenty of dirt if I feel like digging.”
Jirou goes abruptly still, then flushes. “Hey! I’m trying to argue your case here.”
“I’m old enough to make my own case.” Mind Game dismisses, “And neither of you would really keep me from going.”
“You sound pretty certain about that,” Hitoshi grouses. “We could just tell them you got taken back early. That’s what we’re going to do anyways if they figure out how to get you back before the meeting.”
“Maybe, but are you really going to give up the bragging rights if you don’t have to? This is the first time one of us has come over here instead of the other way around, right?” Mind Game knows none of them have yet in his time - there’d have been photos for days in the groupchat if they had - but the kids didn’t get pulled to their side linearly, either. They’d all been very confused when little Midoriya - the first one to get pulled over, because of course he was - acted like he knew all of them already until the kid admitted it was his third time getting time-napped to their universe. With time and dimension travel going on at the same time, things were always a bit hard to guarantee.
“Just you that we know of.” Hitoshi affirms begrudgingly, and Mind Game lets himself feel smug.
“Exactly. That’s too good to pass up, Minigame.” He leans in conspiratorially, “Besides, imagine the looks on their faces. They’re not going to know what hit ‘em.”
Hitoshi and Jirou exchange looks, then grin. Jirou might not have met most of them in person here, but Mind Game’s friends had shown her plenty of photos taken during past ‘visits’, and Hitoshi had his own share of photographs to share during his quick breakdown of the situation.
“Ok, you have a point. Guess I can always disown you or something if you get too embarrassing.”
“Disown me? Hey now, that’s hurtful. It’s not like I’d be doing anything you wouldn’t do.”
Jirou starts laughing, and before Hitoshi can make a rebuttal, the waiter comes to the table with their food. Mind Game tucks into his meal with gusto. This place shut down a few years ago in his world, and a good portion of their team had mourned the loss. Maybe he’d order some dishes to go and bring it back for the others.
Either way, he’ll have plenty to brag about once they manage to bring him back. Especially if he gets a video of the kids’ faces when they see him.