Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OCs, and this is my first fanfic. English is my second language. I welcome constructive criticism, but please be kind to me!
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3rd Person POV
"*Knock**Knock* *Knock* *Knock*"
In a simple and cheap apartment in a peripheral area of Musutafu, the sound of persistent knocking had been going on for a while.
"*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*"
"Go away! I don't care about any flyers, product offers, or jobs! Just leave me alone!" Someone shouted from the other side of the door, their voice carrying a mix of desperation and genuine fear.
Even so, the knocking didn't stop. Whoever was outside seemed completely determined to get that door open, no matter how long it took.
"HEY YOU BASTARD!!! DIDN'T YOU HEAR?! STOP BOTHERING ME AND GETTING ON MY NERVES!!!"
The same voice, but completely different. The attitude, the tone, the energy, everything had changed so abruptly it seemed impossible to come from the same person.
Rapid, heavy footsteps could be heard inside the apartment, approaching the door in fury.
The door was finally opened.
Jin Bubaigawara looked outside with bloodshot eyes, his messy blond hair pointing in every direction as if it didn't know what a comb was. He wore a faded, oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.
"WHAT THE FUCK, YOU CLUELESS GUY!!! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET BEATEN, STOP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR!!!" He was furious, veins bulging in his neck, face red with pure rage.
Who would have thought the bastard would keep knocking nonstop for over ten minutes? Even the neighbors were complaining, but they seemed intimidated by the muscular young man knocking on the door with such determination. Strange, since he just looked like a handsome young man. But they felt that way anyway.
Then, in a fraction of a second, all the fury vanished. His shoulders slumped, his posture shrank, and his voice came out as a miserable whimper.
"Please… stop knocking on the door… my head is pounding, I was having a good dream…"
The anger returned immediately. He grabbed the door frame so hard his knuckles turned white.
"SHUT UP! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! DID THE POLICE SEND YOU?! DID I SEND YOU?! IF YOU KNOCK ON THIS DOOR ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I'LL-" He stopped, blinking his bloodshot eyes as he finally noticed the completely calm expression of the young man in front of him. "Actually, that jacket is really stylish. Want to come in for some tea?"
Before Jin could process his own question, the young man gave a warm smile and punched him in the solar plexus.
"Ghuuf-"
The air left him in one go. Jin was thrown into the apartment, sliding across the floor until he hit one of the walls.
There wasn't much to break. The clones had already taken care of that.
Ever since his clones fought each other, Jin had developed serious trauma. He didn't know if he was just another clone or the original, so he stayed hidden at home, afraid of getting hurt and disappearing like them.
"Argh… fuck, why did you do that?" He groaned, dazed. Then he stopped. "Wait… I'm still alive?"
His expression changed. Relieved. Confused. And then, slowly, processing.
That punch would have been enough to make any clone disappear. The fact that he was still whole proved what years of paranoia couldn't, he was the original. All that time of stress and fear, solved in a second without even trying.
"HAHAHAHA!!! FOR SURE I AM THE ORIGINAL!!! THERE WAS NO WAY IT COULD BE DIFFERENT!!! LET'S GO, KID, LET'S THROW A PARTY TO CELEBRATE!!! WITH DRINKS AND HOOKERS!!!"
Of course, that wouldn't solve his personality disorder. That was another issue.
"I'm glad, but I'm 17. I can't drink yet." Max said, pretending to be sad.
"THEN JUST WITH HOOKERS!"
The excitement lasted exactly two seconds before the personality switched again.
"Thank you so much, man. You solved a problem of mine without even knowing… I mean…" He frowned. "You didn't just come here to hit me and accidentally solve my problem, right? You knew something."
Before Jin could get lost in his own thoughts, Max answered.
"Yes. I knew you were having identity issues, not knowing if you were a clone or the original."
"Seriously?! How is that possible?" He was genuinely curious and scared. A mind-reading Quirk? Information Quirk?
"It's kind of complicated to explain, but I have a wide range of powers that helped me know this." It was the most honest way without revealing everything at once.
He couldn't say 'Ah, it's because you're from an anime I watched in my previous life and, spoiler, you die at the end.'
"I also want to hire you. I can provide whatever you need… except drugs. I don't hire addicts, you need to be clean. If you're not, I'll give you another trauma." Max said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Ah… I smoke. Does that count?" Twice was genuinely interested in following that mysterious young man. What would the job be? Probably not as bad as the things he had already done or imagined.
He had noticed that the young man used the word 'powers' in the plural. Not 'Quirks'. Explicitly powers. And he knew things Jin hadn't told anyone. And he was strong enough that Jin hadn't even seen the punch coming.
Something told him this was a golden opportunity. Following someone strong who would help him. And of course, he really wanted to have friends. Maybe that was the real reason.
Max extended his hand.
"Welcome to… my group. I don't have a name for it yet, but it doesn't matter much. The important thing is that you won't regret it. I swear."
"THAT'S IT!!! LET'S MAKE THE BEST GROUP OF COOL PEOPLE THAT WILL EVER EXIST!!!" Jin shook his hand with enough force to break a normal person's fingers, with a smile wide enough to light up the dark apartment. "LET'S GO ALL OUT!!!"
Then the personality switched again, and he looked around at the apartment destroyed by his own clones, the empty walls, the floor without a carpet.
"…Can you help me move too?" He asked in a low, almost embarrassed voice. "This place reminds me of bad things."
.....
"*Click**Click* *Click*"
In an apartment building in a middle-class area of Musutafu, the early morning was silent, except for a room on the ninth floor.
Manami Aiba was sitting in front of three monitors arranged irregularly on a desk covered with empty energy drink cans, tangled cables, and electronic accessories that clearly weren't all necessary. The blue light from the screens was the only illumination in the room. The curtains were taped shut at the edges to let in no sliver of light.
She was small. Very small. The kind of person who disappears behind a normal-sized monitor. Short, messy purple hair, large dark eyes with deep dark circles suggesting she had decided sleep was optional some time ago. She wore an oversized t-shirt with some anime character that probably no one else would recognize, pajama shorts, and mismatched socks, one purple, one black.
Despite the dark circles and the slightly hunched posture of someone who spends hours in front of screens, there was something curiously intense about the way she looked at the monitor. It wasn't the empty expression of someone without direction, it was the concentration of someone with a lot on their mind and nowhere to put it.
She wasn't just wasting time watching random videos or reading fanfics. No. Years of isolation had been channeled into something concrete, computer science, video editing, dark-web hacking. Skills no one would expect from a twenty-two-year-old girl who didn't leave the house.
Technically, could she still be called a NEET? At this point, maybe just NE, she was definitely in training, just self-taught and at three in the morning.
She was extremely focused when something caught her attention.
"*Tock**Tock* *Tock*"
"Hm?" She looked toward the sound, confused.
"*Tock* *Tock* *Tock* *Tock*"
"I think mom and dad are right. I've been staying up too much, I'm starting to hallucinate." She put the PC on sleep mode, lay down on the bed, and pulled the blanket over herself.
"*Tock* *Tock* *Tock* *Tock**Tock*"
She sat up with a jolt, eyes wide.
'It's not a hallucination! Someone is knocking on my window!'
Manami was incredulous. Ninth floor. Someone was knocking on the ninth-floor window in the early morning. In a world of Quirks, flying wasn't absurd, but why would someone do it at the window of a completely ordinary girl who had no enemies, owed nothing to anyone, and barely left the house?
She expected to feel fear. She didn't. Just curiosity.
Her world had already been broken since the day the person she loved rejected her. After that, very little could truly surprise her.
She ripped off the tape from the curtain and opened it.
On the other side of the window was a handsome young man, floating in the air as if it were completely normal, waving at her with a warm smile.
Manami rubbed her eyes with her hand, incredulous. But not for long.
"*Muffled* Hi? Everything okay? I wanted to talk a bit, can I come in? It's kind of hard to keep flying for so long. *Muffled*"
Max was there, using Lucius's telekinesis to stay afloat. It wasn't easy, that power was better for throwing objects, not for sustaining his own body in the air.
'Wasn't Lucius the son of the Devil incarnate? Why is flying so difficult? Will the powers grow stronger over time?'
The Lucius he had assimilated was a child. But adult Lucius would be a complete threat. He could only hope the assimilation would get stronger with time.
"..." Manami looked at her room. The mess was on another level, there was no way to clean anything quickly. And this was the first man she was letting into her room. She felt a warmth in her face she hadn't felt in a long time. But she also didn't want to keep the young man waiting, especially after he said he was having trouble flying. "It's okay, don't mind the mess."
She opened the window and Max entered. He looked a bit worn out, with a slight headache. Using powers wasn't like spending mana in a game, it was more like exercising and using mental energy at the same time. And he had had a very full day.
"So… who are you?" Manami asked with genuine curiosity. Probably one of the few moments in months where she felt something other than emptiness.
"My name is Max." He went straight to the point. "I saw your work on a dark web forum. That exploit you developed for that bank's security system was impressive, especially because you did it all alone."
Manami froze for a second.
"That profile has no connection to my real name." She said slowly, her voice lowering. "None. I'm sure of it."
"I know." Max agreed. "It was hard to find. It took some time."
"Then how-"
"I have uncommon resources." He said simply. "But I didn't come here to threaten you or turn you over to the police. I came because you're too good to stay here alone at three in the morning without using that for anything."
Manami stayed silent, processing.
"I'm putting together a group." Max continued. "I need someone competent in technology and systems. You know, like the guy in the chair in those hero stories, the technical support that makes everything work behind the scenes. You fit that role perfectly."
Manami stared at him for a long moment.
"You found my anonymous identity on the dark web, appeared at my ninth-floor window in the early morning, and now you want to hire me." She summarized.
"Yes."
"…How much do you pay?"
She didn't actually need money. She was more interested in the adventure, and she didn't want to refuse that call. But she also couldn't work for free for the first guy who showed up flying at her window at three in the morning.
Max then opened his hand with the palm facing up. A glow appeared.
Manami looked attentively, confused.
When the glow dissipated, a gold bar with some diamonds rested in his palm.
"As much as you want." Max said with a slightly smug smile. He knew she didn't care about money, after all, if she did, Gentle Criminal would never have gotten her attention. She was looking for meaning. But he wanted to show off anyway.
Manami looked at his palm. Then at him. Then at his palm again.
"…How?" Was all she could say.
'Wasn't flying his Quirk? How can he do this too? Multiple Quirks or one very versatile one?' She was genuinely impressed. Even if she wasn't greedy, if he could do that, what else was he hiding?
"…So, where do I sign?" Manami asked, trying to sound casual and failing completely.
"Actually, it's an informal contract." Max shook her hand firmly. "But you can trust me, I pay on time."
"Also, I'll give you a house in a better place." Max said. "I don't think it's good to do certain things when you don't have full control of your internet provider."
It had been extremely easy for Nano to hack her PC to get her dark web information. He planned to leave her with Rein in the Sanctuary, he had a feeling the two would get along very well.
"Well… I'll talk to my parents and say I got a job at…" She paused. "At what exactly?"
She wasn't very good at lying. She didn't know how she was going to explain to her parents that a random man had flown to her window in the early morning and hired her.
"Don't worry about that." Max took out a U.A. card from his pocket, one he had gently acquired from Nezu, slightly modified so he could use it freely.
"You are the newest Cyber Security Assistant at U.A. University. Congratulations. Many people would fight for this position, now you'll be the cousin your parents will brag about to the whole family."
"What?! Is this real?! Are you serious!?" This was already an unforgettable day. She didn't know how many surprises he had in store in the last few minutes. It had been a long time since her heart had beaten so fast so many times in a row.
"I'm 100% cereal." Max said to the still-shocked Manami. "Take your clothes and whatever you need and meet me at U.A. If anyone tries to stop you, show the card and say you work for Max. If no one believes you, talk to Principal Nezu, I'll let him know." He said this as if having direct contact with one of the most influential beings in Japan wasn't a big deal.
"O-okay then."
Her life had completely changed in one hour. She had a job. And even if she technically worked for Max and not U.A., he still had direct connections with the Principal, which by itself was already too impressive to process.
"Today was a full day for me, so I'm heading out. My number is on the card if you need it. Later, peace." He waved at her and simply disappeared into thin air.
"..."
One more surprise.
'Multiple Quirks. I'd definitely bet on that.'
She went to sleep. After all, she would have to explain to her parents tomorrow that she had gotten her dream job without leaving her room.
.....
Recovery Girl's Nurse's Office
In the morning, Eri woke up feeling a comfortable weight beside her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Max there, sleeping with his arm lightly over her. She stayed still for a moment, afraid to move and wake him, then closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
"Eri, you're awake."
The voice came from beside her. She sat up in bed, blinking her heavy, sleepy eyes, and rubbed her face with her small hands.
"Max-oniichan… I woke up, but I didn't want to bother you." She said, her voice still dragging from a good dream.
"Heh~" Max gave a soft chuckle, finding her consideration completely adorable. "You don't need to worry about that. I was just resting my eyes."
He sat in the chair beside the bed and stretched.
"Now let's get ready. You need to brush your teeth, and then we'll have breakfast at a real café." He paused, observing her expression. "You've never been to a café, right?"
Eri shook her head slowly, her eyes still sleepy but with a spark of curiosity that wasn't there the night before.
"Then it'll be a good first time."
.....
Max POV
We were in front of a small café near U.A., ready for breakfast.
Eri was wearing a white dress with a lace collar under a simple red apron with two large golden buttons on the sides, gray tights, and caramel boots that were a bit big for her, plus a dark red messenger bag on her right shoulder with two small flowers on the side.
I had bought these clothes yesterday, along with other pieces. She only had rags and the hospital clothes to wear.
I was also well dressed, white shirt under a navy blue jacket and black pants. Going to breakfast with a child in tactical gear would be a questionable choice.
"Let's go, Eri. Looks like it just opened."
I held her hand and we entered. This café wasn't chosen randomly, it was the only establishment near U.A. that served Imperial Golden Tips tea. That alone already said something.
After we sat down and received the menus, I waited for Eri to decide what she wanted, but she asked me a question first.
"*Whispers* Max-oniichan… is that man some kind of artist? *Whispers*" She looked sideways at the man at the next table, clearly confused by his outfit.
"*Whispers* No, Eri. I think he's just someone who likes to dress extravagantly. *Whispers*"
The man in question had a refined appearance that strangely contrasted with the simple café environment. Hair combed all the way back with only one strand falling in front, a carefully trimmed mustache and well-maintained medium beard. He wore a coat with an exaggeratedly high and pointed collar with a long tail at the back, striped pants with two crossed belts, a dramatically wrapped scarf, and a cane resting against the chair beside him, as if it weren't just an accessory but an extension of his personality.
'Danjuro Tobita. Punctual as always.'
Eri went back to looking at the menu, which proved considerably difficult for a child who had barely left home and spent so much time in captivity. Everything seemed both interesting and overwhelming at the same time.
I decided to order for both of us.
"Waitress, two sandwiches with hot chocolate, one pudding to share… and two Imperial Golden Tips teas."
The moment I said Imperial Golden Tips tea, the man at the next table moved. Imperceptibly to most, but I noticed.
"Imperial Golden Tips tea." He repeated slowly, as if savoring the words before saying them. Then he turned elegantly toward our table, tilting his head in a gesture that was half reverence, half curiosity. "It seems you have quite a refined palate for someone so young. It's not common to find someone who appreciates tea of this quality in an establishment like this."
"I learn from the best." I replied with a friendly smile. "Wouldn't you like to join us? It would be a shame to drink such tea alone."
The man blinked. Clearly not expecting the invitation.
"I… well." He straightened his coat with a rehearsed gesture that tried to hide the surprise. "It would indeed be discourteous to refuse such kindness."
He stood up with a formality that seemed slightly exaggerated for a neighborhood café, picked up his cane, and approached our table with measured steps.
"Danjuro Tobita, at your service." He made a small bow before sitting.
"Max." I replied simply. "And this is Eri."
Eri looked at him with those big eyes, analyzing the coat, the cane, the mustache. Then she said, completely serious:
"You look like a villain from a cartoon."
There was silence.
"Eri." I said.
"It's a compliment." She added, still serious.
Danjuro Tobita was visibly unsure how to react for exactly two seconds. Then an expression mixing wounded pride and genuine amusement crossed his face.
"The child has… perspective." He said finally, adjusting his collar with dignity.
I took the opportunity to order the same for Danjuro, another Imperial Golden Tips tea, a sandwich, and an extra pudding for him too.
"Mr. Tobita, you don't need to worry about the money. That's not a problem for me."
Danjuro opened his mouth slightly, then closed it. He was clearly the type of man not used to receiving generosity without apparent conditions, but also too proud to refuse too insistently.
"You are… extraordinarily generous for someone your age." He said with some caution, but without rejecting the gesture.
The tea arrived. The three remained silent for a moment, the kind of comfortable silence that happens when three people who just met are busy enjoying something good.
Eri held the cup with both hands and took a small sip. Her eyes widened slightly.
"It's good." She said, with the seriousness of someone making a technical evaluation.
"It's excellent." Danjuro corrected gently, with a smile that seemed genuine for the first time since he sat down. "There's a difference."
"It's excellent." Eri repeated, agreeing with the same seriousness.
This man is made to be a teacher, not a villain.
The conversation flowed naturally from there. Once Danjuro relaxed his excessive formality, he had a pleasant presence and a curiously captivating way of talking about any subject. He spoke about the history of tea with a passion that was clearly not performative, about cuisine, about the café's architecture. Eri listened to him with genuine attention, asking questions occasionally with that disarming childlike frankness.
At some point between the sandwich and the pudding, I decided to open the subject.
"Mr. Tobita." I said casually, as if commenting on the weather. "I saw you in a YouTube video last week."
Danjuro stopped with the cup halfway.
He remained still for exactly two seconds. Then, with composure that clearly required effort, he slowly set the cup down.
"…Indeed?" He said, trying to sound neutral and only managing to sound slightly tense.
"Indeed." I confirmed. "The one at the bakery in Shinjuku."
Another silence.
"And…" He straightened his coat with a gesture I had already identified as the sign he was preparing for something. "What was your… impression?"
Ah. He wants to know what I thought. He's not worried about being caught, he's worried about the public's reception.
"Honestly?" I rested my elbows on the table. "You're wasting your potential."
Danjuro blinked. Clearly not the answer he expected, neither positive nor negative, but that third option no one prepares a defense for.
"I… beg your pardon?"
"You have presence." I continued. "Natural charisma, impeccable diction, a persona people will remember. The concept is interesting, a gentleman villain with his own principles. But the videos are too small for what you could do with it."
Danjuro remained silent for a moment, processing.
"You are… the first to say that." He said finally, more to himself than to me. "Most either ignore it or criticize the choice of life."
"The choice of life has foundation." I replied. "The reach doesn't."
Eri, who had been silently listening to the conversation with the attention of someone who doesn't understand everything but feels it's important, looked at Danjuro with curiosity.
"Are you famous?" She asked directly.
"I…" Danjuro paused. "I aspire to be."
"Ah." She nodded, as if that made complete sense. Then she went back to the pudding.
I took the moment.
"I have a proposal, Mr. Tobita." I said simply. "I'm putting together a group. People with potential who aren't being used the right way. I can offer resources, reach, and something you clearly want more than anything else."
"And what would that be?" He asked, with that mix of skepticism and hope that is the trademark of someone who has been ignored for too long.
"An audience that deserves what you have to offer."
Silence.
Danjuro looked at the tea. Then at me. Then at the tea again.
"You are… unusually persuasive for someone who clearly isn't old enough to drive yet." He said finally.
"I'm 17." I confirmed.
"…My God." He murmured softly, genuinely shaken by that information.
"So, are you interested in doing something bigger, something where you could even be seen as a Hero by some people?" I said, taking out my personal card and sliding it across the table toward him.
This time it wasn't the U.A. one. It was mine.
"Call me when you decide."
Eri had already finished the pudding with the satisfied expression of someone who had just had one of the best meals of her life. We said goodbye to Gentle cordially, I paid the bill before leaving, and we continued.
Outside, as we walked along the sidewalk, Eri remained silent for a few steps. Then
"Max-oniichan…" She began slowly. "Why are you hiring villains?"
She noticed.
She had realized that the elegant man with the funny clothes wasn't just an eccentric, he was a villain. And I, whom she had understood to be some kind of Hero, was having breakfast with him and giving him my card.
Wasn't Max a Hero? Why would he hire villains? But if he was a villain like that elegant gentleman… could he really be considered a real villain?
"Don't worry, Eri." I said in a calm tone. "The people I'm hiring aren't real villains."
She looked at me, waiting for more.
"For example, I hired a girl about this tall who robbed a bank." I lowered my hand to approximately La Brava's height, a little over one meter.
In Eri's mind, an image immediately formed of herself, her size, holding a rifle in one hand and a bag full of gold bars in the other, wearing a thief mask while making hostages kneel behind her.
"She did it by hacking the bank from the comfort of her own room. Nothing violent, no trauma for anyone, just her and a computer."
The image in Eri's head was replaced by herself sitting in a swivel chair in front of three monitors, typing with a serious expression.
When Max put it that way, it didn't seem so villainous. It was still a crime, of course. But not a cruel one.
"The people I'm bringing into my group aren't evil by nature." I continued. "They're normal people who, due to various circumstances, ended up taking crooked paths. And also…" I paused for a second. "Part of a Hero's job is giving second chances."
I knew I was using euphemisms. And I knew my own hypocrisy, what is a human without it? I wasn't helping these people because I was an enlightened being. I was helping because I like them as characters, I know they were shaped by situations, and their abilities are genuinely useful to me.
For now, I would train them more than anything. But eventually I would need a real group, and not just made up of Gacha summons.
But Eri didn't need to know all that. A little half-truth doesn't hurt a child.
"Ah…" Eri processed for a moment. "I guess that makes sense."
I gave her head a few gentle pats.
"Good girl." I said with a genuine smile. "And smart too."
She blushed slightly from the compliment, looking at the ground with a tiny smile she was clearly trying to hide.
"Now, Eri." I crouched slightly to be at her height. "You can't tell anyone about their past, okay? It'll be our little secret."
I spent the entire morning and a good part of the afternoon with Eri.
We went to see the city, simple places, nothing grand. A candy store where she stood in front of the window long enough for me to buy half of what was there. A park where she discovered she was afraid of pigeons but refused to admit it. A bookstore where she looked at everything with the expression of someone who had never been allowed to choose anything for herself.
It wasn't a day of big events. It was exactly the kind of day she needed.
But at the end of the afternoon, it was time to leave her with Nezu.
She didn't cry. She came close, the chin trembled, the eyes shone more than they should, but I managed to get around it with a promise of a visit and more pudding soon. Which technically wasn't a lie.
Staying by my side twenty-four hours wouldn't be good for her development. She needed to talk to other people, especially children her age. The problem was that the trauma had accelerated her maturity in a way that made that interaction difficult, she got along better with adults, naturally.
So as the director of an institution and, consequently, surrounded by teachers, Nezu was the obvious choice. Who in turn left Eri under Aizawa's care, someone who, despite the permanently bored facade, I knew would take the task of helping her train her Quirk safely seriously.
She was in good hands.
I also had urgent matters to resolve.
Apparently Twice and Himiko had discovered there were prisoners in the Sanctuary and decided that bullying the inmates was a perfectly reasonable afternoon activity. I had to intervene before it became a diplomatic issue inside my own base.
Himiko had also tried to bite my neck again when I lowered my guard. Twice.
This is going to become a habit.
Manami sent me a message saying she needed more time with her parents before moving, apparently they had panicked thinking their daughter had been tricked by some charismatic scammer. It took several hours of conversation to convince them otherwise. According to her report, the moment they saw the U.A. card and called to confirm was worthy of a drama.
Nezu is going to kill me for this someday.
Speaking of Nezu, I also finally handed over Overhaul and Mimic to him that afternoon.
I explained that both of their Quirks had been permanently removed by me, making them essentially harmless from a superhuman threat standpoint. Nezu remained silent for a moment, processing the information with that look I had already learned to recognize as "I'm cataloging this to use later."
Then he said, with the calmness of someone commenting on the lunch menu:
"That certainly simplifies security concerns in the unlikely event of a Tartarus escape."
I think that was his version of 'thank you very much.'
Amid all this, Nano finally tracked down Mr. Compress.
It took hours, she scanned camera by camera in the areas Giran had given me, cross-referencing times, movement patterns, and repeated appearances. Discreet as always, he had avoided any obvious routes. But everyone makes small mistakes, and Nano is patient.
'Finally.'
Mr. Compress would be the most complicated of the ones left. I wasn't even sure if I could convince him, he wasn't the type driven by desperation or vulnerability like Twice or La Brava. He was experienced, calculating, and proud of it.
But like Dabi, I wanted his Quirk regardless. A more discreet and practical method of transporting prisoners than putting them in the Sanctuary would be genuinely useful.
'Two left. Mr. Compress and Dabi, the hardest ones for last, as always. I hope it works out.'
With that, I headed to the location Nano had identified.
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