Achille's Heel (DabixReader)

Chapter Forty-Three

Shigaraki led you into a dark room with long desks and a large screen stretching across one wall. There were some computers and stacks of papers in different seating places on the desks. You looked around and took a few steps closer to the desk as he did.

"So," his voice broke the deafening silence in the room, "I would assume after working there you know his weak points. How do you plan to do it?"

You blinked at him. In the time you had spent around the league, you had gotten accustomed to him giving orders and formulating all the plans. He grinned at you and gestured for you to speak as he leaned against the desk.

"Well, I do know his vulnerabilities, but I'm not sure," you mumbled. "As heroes, we're trained and taught to not kill people so normally I think of how to restrain my strength during combat instead of using it to a lethal extent."

He smirked and tutted his tongue. "But you're not a hero anymore, Y/N."

The words resonated in your head and you weren't sure whether to feel angry, relieved, or embarrassed. He was right. The news channels everywhere were still painting you as a traitor and a criminal. You had been trained to do a hero's job, but now all those morals you'd fought with didn't seem to matter.

"Tomura, can I ask you a question?" He nodded. "Why do you want Emdeavor dead?"

He sighed and adjusted his feet to lean further into the desk. There was a silence that hung in the air as he seemed to process your question and the right words to use in his response.

"I've been working for some time now to dismantle hero society. It started with All Might. My master wanted to see him fall," he paused and nodded. "After his retirement, I realized I wasn't done. Heroes are a sham...well most of the ones at the top currently."

Tomura waved his hand and turned to plant his palms on the desk. He hung his head and chuckled a little before peeking back at you.

"You furthered our work by killing Hawks. He didn't seem to be all that worthy of the title either after his betrayal. He fooled all of us." He huffed and turned to face you again, taking a few steps in your direction. "But Endeavor is a fraud. He doesn't deserve the title of number one hero. He doesn't even care about the well being of his own children...which you've seen firsthand."

You nodded and hung your head. Touya's stories about his father echoed in your head. All the memories you had as a child of his yelling when you were spending time with Fuyumi were a permanent imprint. His callous behavior towards everyone around him was not a good model for how a hero should act. All the thoughts running through your brain made you angry. You clenched your fists and shook your head.

"He's the thing that pushed Touya into the path he chose in life. He didn't even learn his lesson because he ignored Natsuo and Fuyumi when we were kids.  He still pushes Shoto past his limits." You shook your head, your voice thick with rage.

You looked up and met Shigaraki's eyes. He flashed a toothy grin at you. Tears began to cloud your vision and you could feel your body shaking from your building anger.

"He needs to die. And I'm prepared to do whatever I need to do to kill him," you growled.

"Good," he cooed. "But, we have to plan this carefully. You're angry. That's good but being angry can make you do stupid things, and stupid gets you dead."

You nodded and sniffled a little. "You're right. They might have extra security around the agency right now. Or the hero commission could be doing an investigation after everything that happened." 

"We'll watch him for a while and see what our best plan of action is," Tomura said, stepping around the desk.

He grabbed a briefcase from the floor and placed it on the desk. You raised a brow at him. He smirked and patted the case.

"I had something made for you. If you're going to be one of us, it's best to look the part."

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The wind whipped around you as you perched on the roof of a towering building adjacent to Endeavor's agency. You had a perfect view inside his office from where you'd taken roost. The darkness of the night offered the cover you needed to stay hidden. You wore a new version of your hero costume that blended well with the night. It was black with the same sun-like symbol on your chest, but it was a more muted gold than the original design. There was an attached piece that extended over your nose to function as a face mask.

As you observed the building that now seemed like a distant memory of a lifetime long passed, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself. Enji was arrogant and proud, and now he was unknowingly letting those traits make him vulnerable to your attack. For the last two weeks you'd been observing your target. The building wasn't guarded as you thought it would be. There he was, sitting alone in his office, looming over paperwork that was spread out across his desk.

An attack at the agency was a risky move. Sidekicks and other heroes could come to his aid easily. All he had to do was sound the alarms in the building or yell and someone would come running. You wanted it to be more personal anyway. You sat patiently and waited for him to leave his office.

After some time had passed, you saw Enji get up from his desk and go towards his office door. The light in the room went out. Your eyes scanned down the building and you watched the front of the agency. A sleek black car pulled up the curbside and you watched Enji climb into the passenger seat.

You formed wings on your back but kept them dulled. Above the city scape, the illuminated wings made by your quirk would easily be disguised by the glare from the city lights. The black car made its way through the somewhat crowded city streets. It's route was familiar as you recognized each turn the driver made in direction of the Todoroki mansion.