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[doublecrowss]

 "You've reached Akechi! You can leave a message, but please don't use any colorful language, okay?"

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[doublecrowss]

Like said, I can't be sure it did happen naturally-- I recall Guren-san mentioning he would try to find a way to help me restore my color. For now, it's only a hypothesis, but whatever did it, I am glad.

[ At that second part, though, Akechi offers a smile of his own, and a shake of his head. ] Ah, but please, there is no need for that. It may not have been a pleasant experience, by any means, but... I feel like going through this has put me closer to the truth I have been seeking-- the truth about this place, that is. At the very least, that is one good thing to come out of this entire ordeal.

[inheritance]

I've been talking to Ichinose-sensei... I don't think he found anything, but I can check with him again. At least this way we'll know what to expect if it happens to anyone else.

You...think so? [Huh. Izuku can't help but feel slightly impressed that Akechi's taking it so well.] What do you think is the truth, then?

[doublecrowss]

[ WELL. It's not so much that he's taking it well, it's more like he's really good at pretending to be in control of hid emotions, when in reality he's fucking pissed off on the inside. At the shadows, and this place, but also at himself.

But, this isn't the sort of impression he would want to leave on anyone, so the mask is firmly stuck into place, and the Ace Detective takes over. ]

I believe that whoever brought us here did so with one clear intention in mind: to have us restore color to this place. And they are willing to do whatever it takes.

[ Including stealing color from them. ]

[inheritance]

[Izuku catches on to his meaning quickly. His eyes widen.]

You mean... you think they're using us as a source for color?