The Proximation of Hello and Goodbye

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Shinobu sits in his office, picking at his skin meticulously. It's been a while since he's changed forms, and he knew he'd have to eventually. But, now, as he sits, he's wondering if now is the right time or not. After all that has happened, it has to be, right? He failed to get his hands on Izuku, his mother, and even his best friend. And, now, he's been found out. Maybe it is time to put his plans into action. His nail catches against the place he's been searching for. It's been years since he's messed with it, he could've sworn it would have become a part of him by now. He forgot how painful it actually it is to remove the stupid patch of skin from his person. He's only done it a couple of times up to now. All those years ago, the worst part of the entire process was having his own skin carved from his hand and the weird thing that his acquaintance had done to ensure his own skin wouldn't grow back.

The quirk, as strange as it may be, is beneficial to have at his disposal. He reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out the preserved patches of skin he has for days like today. There's a patch of his own skin, which will make him look like himself before all of this ever happened. Then, there's now the patch that belonged to that man that had double-crossed him, which is what he's been wearing. He has a couple more that he used to use for odd side jobs that ultimately helped him get onto his feet. But, then, there's the one that he needs. This also belongs to someone who he had not been fond of at one point. That said, it also appears that it will be just as useful as the one he's been using for years now. He withdraws it from its holding place and puts it where it belongs over the area of his hand where his own skin is missing and watches as the skin attaches to that of his own. It'll take a few hours for Satoshi's quirk to take effect, but if he leaves now, it should be set in by the time he makes it to his destination. "Ichika! Go pack us each a bag, we'll be making a business trip. Make sure to pack for a televised event. I think the world is about to change," he smirks at the woman sitting across from him and tapping away on her keyboard.

She looks up from her screen. "Are we actually about to do this?" she asks.

"Do I look like I'm going to be waiting?" he asks. She looks down at his desk and sees the small box sitting on top of it.

She shakes her head, "I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Should I call for a cab to take us to the runway?"

"Since when have we ever taken a cab? Call Aimi. Tell her to be here as soon as she can manage, preferably within the next twenty minutes." Ichika responds with a curt nod and leaves to go do as she's told, leaving Shinobu to his own devices.

With his assistant gone, Shinobu begins to type out official orders for the main office, here in Japan. He would like to have his time in the United States uninterrupted, especially considering how much work he'll be doing as soon as he gets there. Luckily, most of the groundwork for what's about to happen has already been laid, all he has to do is act on it and make sure to deliver the final blow. He also starts calling the people he has under his control in other military powers across the world and makes sure to tell them to be ready for what's about to happen next. The hard part is almost behind them, it's only a matter of time.

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Shinobu is woken by Ichika nudging his shoulder and telling him that they are preparing to land in the United States. He swings his feet out of the bed he's been occupying and makes his way to the bathroom to freshen up for the big day ahead. He feels groggy as he reaches for his toiletries but is instantly filled with delight when he looks into the mirror. His once sharpened features have disappeared, along with his stark black hair and red eyes. He no longer looks like Masashi, no. Right now, he has the same brown hair and brown eyes as the president of the United States of America. The woman is quite plain-looking and petite, it isn't a look he necessarily likes on himself, but he'll do what is necessary.