Voices were bouncing off one another, the room engulfing in a series of noises left and right as the meeting for the upcoming war has become heated.

The reason being they do not have the proper inside intell that could lead the fight into something catastrophic. They needed more information, and needed someone to grab said information. Though nobody seems to volunteer, all hesitant and wavering at the prospect of infiltrating the Galmia Vault

A strong hold within the underworld society that holds many information one would need, the owner having the quirk to store information within the paper they make. As long as they've linked with a person's thoughts, they can link their way into their minds.

The place was barricaded with many broken boats that looked liked something you'd see in a pirate movie. Armed with many strong forces along with high and tight security. People who've tried to sneak their way in was never seen again

Infiltrating Galmia Vault is basically suicide.

Katsuki was on edge as he leaned against the wall, listening quietly to the voices around him. Him and his class have been gathered here as well to discuss the details, considering they'll be on the front lines. He wasn't on edge because of that, though, no, it was that... He's heard of the Galmia Vault from one person and one person only..

And he knows that person could help.

Though he stays quiet, face scrunching up in contemplation. After a few seconds he's made up his mind as he pushed himself off the wall and walking towards someone sitting on one of the many chairs surrounding the table, his teacher Aizawa.

A day after the meeting Katsuki was standing in front of a random café, hands in his pockets and face stoic. Beside him was his teacher, who stood with arms crossed over his chest and matching the blondes stoic expression.

He had managed to convince the man that he knows someone who could help and could arrange a meet up with the person. Katsuki can't guarantee that they'd agree, but there wasn't much option right now, he knows Aizawa thinks the same.

"When is this person gonna be here?" The blonde moves his gaze towards his teacher, voice gruff and tired and just about ready to lay down on the floor, Katsuki wouldn't be surprised if he did

Though they have been waiting for a good 20 minutes now so he doesn't blame the man for asking, the blonde scoffed and took out his phone from his back pocket about to send a message when a voice called out to him