Gain my trust

-Sus-

A/n: Lol hi, I just wanna clarify something. In the last chapter, I had made a rookie mistake of not saving my work before publishing it, so a chunk of the chapter had actually been removed. No matter, though, I'll just add it here.

I arrived at the apartment, but I realize I don't hear any noise from it. It sends my anxiety levels to the roof and I made a mad dash towards my room, only to find my two friends comfortably cuddling and snoozing on my bed. I stare at them with relief and wait for my ever increasing heartbeat to calm, before opening my secret lab to place Rai there. I check the time, and realized I had three more hours before my patrol starts, so I found this more than enough time to make my way to get the needed medical instruments that Rai was missing. I decided against bringing my vigilante outfit, but I do bring a wireless earpiece that is connected to my original AI, Shinrin, in case of any emergencies. I don't connect the earpiece to Rai's AI as it is actually designed to abide to commands I give, unlike Shinrin, who is more interactive, where when I can actually communicate in a two-way conversation with him. Yes, Shinrin has the pronouns he/him. I genuinely don't like calling things 'it', so I give them a gender when I build them, unless I feel like they are genderfluid, or agender. Anyways, after changing my clothing to something more decent and leaving a note on the table in case one of them wakes up and realizes I'm still not back even though it is late, I leave the house. 

The journey there was uneventful, and quite boring. The place was a large medical clinic in the city near Jakku, where interestingly, is where Nighteye's agency is placed. I've never met the man before, and I'd rather never meet him, because his quirk, Foresight, would allow him to look in my future and possibly discover my role as a vigilante. His real name is Mirai Sasaki, and his main feat is his extremely high intelligence, with the impressive ability of listing and ruling out all the possibilities he can make use of his quirk, which by far, is no easy task. You'd have to be extremely trusting of your quirk, not to mention, be in sync with the flow of where the energy is flowing, which means many hours of meditation, to get your quirk flow circulating evenly. I really admire the man for his excellent quirk control, but I'd rather not go head-to-head with him, because I am almost certain that he is the one hero that may actually be a threat to me. Back to the talk of the clinic, I've been there multiple times to get medical supplies. They have an amazing array of instruments that are very important in the medical field, some there may never be found anywhere else. I've been going there ever since someone in the underworld had suggested it to me, which was around 4 years ago. A very useful place, if you ask me. 

Once the train reaches the city, which had taken an hour, I start making my way to the clinic. I was scrolling through Instagram, careful to be wary of my surroundings, when I felt something bump into my legs. I look down from my phone, I find a small child staring back up at me with apologetic and fearful eyes. I kneel down and smile softly to show I meant no harm. It caused her to relax by a tad bit, her shoulders sagging but she still appeared to seem wary of everything. 

It was then did I take a good look at her. She had wavy, baby blue hair that reached all the way to her waist. Her big doe eyes were a dazzling ruby red and she had soft lashes. What amazed me the most about her features was a little horn that laid on the upper right side of her forehead. She was adorable, but something concerned me. She was extremely skinny, and appeared to be malnourished. She was practically in rags, her "dress" reaching to her knees. She had bandages all over her hand and legs, which was extremely concerning.

"Hello, little one. Gomenne, I was  not observing where I was going. Are you alright?" I ask, before taking a look around. The street seemed relatively empty, even though it was a Tuesday. I then focused my attention back on the small child fiddling with her fingers as she began to answer.

"I-im fine, sir! I apologize for running into!" she squeaks out. I give her another smile, which she wonkly returns, before falling as another voice cut into the evening air.