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“I'm telling you, Endeavor-san, I've had my fair share of encounters with both Transformation- and Mutant-type quirks. This is nothing like what you would expect from a regular quirk-user!” Hawks' unusually concerned voice could be heard from the closed door of his office at HPSC, despite him trying his best to remain calm and composed. “Worst of all, there is no documentation or information that could potentially lead us to some clues on her whatsoever.”
Piles of folders and disorganised paper were scattered all over the office table, some even ended up on the floor, as the Winged Hero kept frantically pacing around the tall muscular man, opening shelves left and right, searching for something, anything that could help his investigation.
“How about this?” The Flame Hero interrupted his doing by tapping Hawks on the back of his shoulder. As his blonde locks shuffled with the sudden movement of his head, his golden eyes widened at the sight of an old newspaper, possibly a decade and a half old, with pages that could barely be read from the faded ink, however the headline clearly stated “Kyoto School Incident: Ten children are deceased, thirty are injured and twelve are missing.” Right below the article were displayed pictures of the missing students, one of which strongly resembled the horned female who had been haunting the Winged Hero's thoughts for quite some time, his gut telling him to flee every time he sensed her domineering presence.
Despite how small and delicate her body frame was, she was able to strike fear into the hearts of her preys. Those piercing half-lidded eyes, that cold expression, the deceiving innocence hiding her true rotten and wretched form. It was undoubtedly her.
“Shigaraki Y/N.”
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One year prior to this event
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Night life in Yokohama has always been lively and full of positive energy, but this night was exceptionally joyful. Music could be heard from every corner, as the brightly lit main streets were crowded with young people, lights flashing on their smiling faces, some were even visibly flustered from excessive drinking. This was the night following Stain's defeat in Hosu city and the news were spreading like wildfire. Citizens were discussing out loud, some expressing their gratitude towards the Heroes, others claiming that society is collapsing, and a small number even confessing their fascination with the Hero Killer. Nevertheless, it was sure that the name Stain would be in people's mouths for a long time.
“Did you see the way he was standing before falling unconscious!?” A young man exclaimed, his footsteps approaching a tight alleyway hidden behind a tall building which was blocking the glow from the main streets.
“His face looked so horrifying, man. I can't imagine how the Heroes felt at that time.” Another man's voice followed right after. “Hell, I hardly slept after seeing the live news and how the camera zoomed on his creepy face.” His tone dropped in unease at the remembrance of it.
A number of male voices cackled in unison, apparently belonging to their friends. “You can't be serious. Are you that much of a pussy?” One asked through boisterous laughter, as the men span on their heels and entered the tight space, their bodies appearing as dark silhouettes. The noises they made were amplified, echoing around the empty alley, as the quietude within the area was immediately disrupted the moment they stepped foot in there.
“What? It seemed like a horror movie!” The man tried to defend himself, yet his statement was met with nothing but amused stares and half-suppressed snickering.
“You mean to tell us that Stain creeps you out and not the drunk women at the bar you were hitting on earlier tonight?” Another added and the collective cackling resumed even louder this time, as even the one who expressed his unease couldn't help but crack a small laugh at his own unreasonable fear.
“Not my fault that every woman becomes a 10/10 after a few shots!” He exclaimed, lifting the half-empty bottle that dangled between his fingers and taking a couple of large gulps before throwing it at the full rubbish bin. Frankly, he missed it, as the glass shattered in the wall, spilling all the remaining contents all around, yet nobody seemed to care.
“Speaking of horror...” The first guy leaned against the cold wall, one foot pressed against the bricks. “What's the creepiest chick you've ever banged?” Although his face was in the dark, his friends could easily tell he was smirking amusingly. Their voices fell silent, only a faint humming and the slight noise from their sneakers squeaking could be heard, as some were periodically shifting around, leaning on one leg, then the other, seemingly in deep thought.
“Hmm.. I hooked up with a mutant chick once.” A shorter guy finally spoke up. “She had a Scorpion Quirk and her tail was lifting her skirt up, so I could see her panties all the time. Man, I thought she was teasing me on purpose, so I took her to my dorm.” The faint chuckle that escaped his mouth had a hint of nervousness tied to it.
“Oooh, and how was it? Did she try to probe your ass with that tail?” One of them teased, but received a hit against the shoulder, as he flailed, but somehow managed to keep himself from falling.
“Dude, get outta here with your alien kink.” Another joined in.
“Actually.. that would've been less weird.” The shorter man continued. “The sex was amazing, but mind you, I wasn't able to see her face the whole time because it was already dark.” His friends stopped their babbling for a brief moment, ears perked up as their attention shifted to the man who was speaking. “At some point in the middle of the night I felt thirsty, so I got up and she wasn't in the bed. I headed to the kitchen and to my surprise, she was crouching in front of my fridge, the light illuminating from it showed her grotesque scorpion mouth, as she was loudly chewing on some dead insects I had under it, then washing them down with milk!”
All men cringed, responding with fake barfing noises and the alleyway suddenly enlivened with numerous voices, becoming noisier than usual once again.
“Fucking hell, man. We need to get you a better mutant chick.” The man leaning on the wall replied, his words layering over the faint sound of small heels clacking on asphalt. One guy tapped his shoulder and pointed to the direction from where the noise was coming from. Soon, everyone's heads were directed towards two horns, carried by a petite little female. She was wearing an oversized jacket, but upon closer inspection, her tight clothes appeared to be barely covering her small body.
“Speak of the devil.” One guy whistled, while the others shifted from their position, changing their stance and slowly approached her, circling around the feminine figure like a horde of predators caging around a helpless animal, lust filling their drunken eyes.
“Well, aren't you a cutie. Looking for a good time?” One hummed huskily, cocking his head to the side, as he scanned the petite female from head to toe.
”Look, man. She's even shorter than you!” Another exclaimed in a brusque tone, giving the shorter man a couple of taps on his shoulder, as though to encourage him to make a move.
“Bet she'd make a perfect cocksleeve.” The degrading chuckle persisted, and it was at that moment when all sense of morality would disappear from the picture, as these individuals showed no restraint when it came to lonely helpless women on the streets.
The males’ voices were overlapping, with each making disgusting comments towards her, yet she seemed oddly unflattered and unperturbed, the shadow casted over her features obscuring her gaze and expression, making it hard to understand what kind of face she was making. Any regular person in this situation would at the very least try to find a way to flee from this gang of troublemakers. Rather than protecting herself however, she simply stood there, as if patiently waiting for an opportunity.
“How about you bend over for us, eh?” Out of the blue, a hand slid down her back, attempting to squeeze her butt. Until suddenly–
Crack.
Crack.
Slash.
Warm coagulated fluid splashed on the ground and all overa the walls, followed by the thump of a few sliced limbs tumbling lifelessly on the cement.
“Wh-What the hell!” The shorter man screeched, limping backwards towards the main street, the faint streetlight casting on his mortified and blood-splattered face. His eyes were blown wide with pupils shrunken to mere dots, mouth hanging open and chin trembling, as his whole body shook violently at the sight in front of him.
There, engulfed in the darkness of the alleyway, stood the horned female, with six huge thin spider legs, graciously spread from each side of her tiny fame, connecting to her back. He could feel his heart beating rapidly with each passing second. The man's eyes hesitantly darted towards the ends of her extra limbs, gasping at the sight of a couple of his friends being fatally impaled by them, thick cruor gushing from their chests and dripping down their legs, until the droplets cut their course on their shoes, as they would plip and plop into the puddle beneath their feet. His breath hitched, perhaps a bit too loud than he had anticipated, once he dared to look at the ground where the other few guys were laying, unmoving, some having their insides spilt in random directions on the ground. Soon enough, the foul metallic stench filled the trembling man's nostrils, as his heartbeat accelerated to the point where he could feel it in his throat.
Slowly, your low and heavy lashes lifted upwards, just a little, as the intense red hues of your scarlet orbs met his quivering irises. He twitched, a gasp catching in his throat, right before he turned on his heels and immediately sprinted off, running for his life, leaving the scene that would surely scar him for all eternity. But not before dropping something on the ground as he fled, the distinct sound of folded paper hitting the ground with a splat drawing your attention.
You raised an eyebrow, taking a glance at the newspaper which had fallen flat on the wet asphalt. Moving your spider limbs closer to your body to retract them, which made a slight cracking noise upon movement, the corpses impaled by them slid off, leaving the sharp ends of your extra legs coated in glistening red, and rolled on top of the other dead bodies with a thump. Thankfully for you, it has been way past midnight at this point, and most people had already returned home, however that wouldn't stop the Police Force from arriving at the scene any moment.
Without thinking, you grabbed the item from the ground, as your fingers outstretched upwards, and with a swift motion of your silk strings, you disappeared from sight.
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[It was the biggest killing spree by a solo criminal since All Might's debu–] A boney finger pushed the mute button on the remote control, silencing the TV. He ruffled his messy blue-tinted hair before throwing the newspaper aside on the bar table.
“Like they'd ever shut up about him.” Tomura growled underneath Father's hand, his own crimson eyes burning holes on the screen, on which the news report lady continued delivering the news on mute. “..and they always mention the Nomus last!” He reached a hand to scratch the back of his neck in utter annoyance, however a bare foot from above swiftly kicked it away.
“Watch it, Nee-san!” He snarled and snapped his head back, staring intensively through his pale locks of hair at the horned girl hanging from the ceiling. A sly grin appeared on your face, as you swayed your little feet back and forth. You were sitting on a hand-made cobweb swing, one which took you only a few minutes to craft.
“Quit your whining. This could be an opportunity for us.” Your soft and sultry voice replied in a collected manner, a contrast to your step-brother's raspy way of speaking. “Besides, it's only a matter of time until I recover fully. In the meantime, we'll figure something out..” As you said this, your legs tangled around the cobweb, as you let your body spin and drop flawlessly, hanging right behind Tomura. “...together, right?” It came as a melodic whisper, with a slight silvery pitch, and you gently wrapped your arms around his neck from the back, your chin lightly touching his shoulder.
Tomura tensed slightly upon your touch, as he wasn't used to you being so affectionate, unless you wanted something or you were about to tease him for the hell of it. Regardless, his shoulders relaxed after a few moments and you promptly released him front your tantalising clutches. Kurogiri on the other hand tried to ignore the way your filmsy yukata lifted due to your acrobatic movements, leaving your behind, though clothed, at full display right in front of him, so he respectfully shifted his gaze and continued wiping the glass cups in silence.
“Hey, what the hell is this!” The pale boy exclaimed, as he aimed the remote control towards the TV screen to unmute it. [–Four men were brutally murdered last night in an alleyway, the only witness claims the murderer is a spider-looking Quirk user.] Both Kurogiri's and Tomura's glares were set on the screen which showed blurred images of the corpses from the previous night.
“Is this your doing, Y/N?” The mist man finally spoke and you let out a defeated sigh before releasing your feet from the cobweb, landing on your hands and rolling next to Tomura's seat.
“First night post-surgery and you decided to do this? They were Quirkless, what's the point!” Your step-brother glared down at you, a scowl forming on his obscured features, but you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.
“It was my first night being able to see the real world after years of staying locked in Doc's office, and the only access to the world behind those walls being the little glass window that served no real purpose other than to bring a little sunlight.” There was a pause as you glanced up, eyes shimmering with wonder, before you averted them from the ceiling, choosing not to dwell on that thought for longer than necessary. “Plus, I was curious to see what more I could do with this little Quirk enhancement.” A devious grin tugged at the corners of your limps, before you shifted your gaze at the palm of your hand, tracing a line with your index finger over the small hole positioned right in the middle.