Itsumi Midoriya viewed the world differently opposed to her brother's beliefs. She never really found the admiration for heroes, nor did she see the greater good. To put it simply, her mind was something different.
People always noticed her offsett...
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THIRD POV IT WAS TWENTY-four hours exactly from when Itsumi met Giran in a darkened alley to discuss their deal. So, when he messaged her earlier that day to say to meet again, she wasn't expecting to be handed the merchandise she asked for, plus more.
Four sets of ring daggers which makes sixteen knives in total. The red metal glinted in the moonlight and she instantly adored them. Red was always her favorite color, from her eyes, to the color of blood, to the expression of anger - the color was so chaotic.
Tracking devices, which had its separate trackers and its homing system to locate them. The EMPs were very handy as well, in case she had to disactivate any power systems with instant motives. Though, the thing she hadn't asked for, but still gifted was a hacking pad with USB access - she can insert the USB to anything, connect it to her phone, laptop, or whatever and hack into any system or if she wants chaos, destroy them with an encoded virus.
"This wasn't on my list of things," she had told him.
The dusty blond smirks. "I figured I could make your job easier, since you seem the type of person to like electronics. Am I right? And as you said a little quid pro quo, figured I could do something nice since you gave me such a hefty cash load," he simply replies.
Itsumi smirks. "If this is how it is, then I have no problem with our partnership," she says, stuffing everything into her backpack.
Giran laughs. "Right you are, darling. Pleasure doing business with ya! Until next time," he grins, closing his suitcase and turning away.
"Until then," she concurs, turning and walking away.
The night was still early, but Itsumi couldn't wait to go home. She was full of anticipation, and she couldn't shake it off. It felt like something important was coming up, and it left her restless.
From what she could recall, nothing was sticking out.
The young woman just remembers her brother stating that he was picked for class president, but he eventually passed the title to his friend Iida or something. Of course, she faked a smile saying that she was proud of him for being seen as someone responsible, but the news wasn't exciting. It wasn't the thing that made her feel anticipated, that was more bleak than thrilling.
Nothing at school called for the restless feeling in her bones. The homework was heavy, but she easily managed with her expirience of being a straight A student in advanced classes while working two jobs. The homework was barely an itch.
However, when she finally made it home and made the excuse that she was called in for a late shift at the market to her mother, she walked into her bedroom, shutting the door and locking it. As she walked to her computer desk, inserting the eighteen digit password, that's when she sees it.
