𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃—XXVIII 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 [NAME] AIZAWA'S FACADE IS A TRICKY ONE, THOUGH, HER MANIPULATION IS TRICKIER.
❛Hmm, I suppose.❜
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SHE HUMMED, her eyes powerfully resting on the man sat straight in front of her, a glare evident as she maintained heavy eye contact.
Her black suit straddled her waist, her heels' point spinning against the dusty, wooden floorboards. [Name] would do anything if it means she gets her full desire, her eyes scanning the male's physique ahead of her.
"What are you doing here, [Name] Tahashi? Done playing little hero?" The male tilts his head, slumped in his cushioned spinny chair while she sat up high, her leg crossed over the other as she rested both palms against the chair's arm, her back plated against it as she glared down at him.
"Oh, don't flatter me, Kai." She spoke, leaning forward against the glass table, her fingers tips slowly teasing the glass before she perched both elbows against it, her chin resting on her knuckles. "Hero? It's all been but an act." Death forced a giggle out of her throat, his words saying, 'Giggle, he'll be convinced on your facade.'
"Oh?" He lets out a snicker, "Really? You're one sneaky girl, huh? You even put on this act of being emotionless and innocent. How pure." He flattened his face. "But it'll take more to convince me. So, tell me, what brings you to play the UA high student role?"
She sighed, smirking at the man, her canines showing as she closed her eyes, humming to herself. "Heard of the League of Villains?" She tilted her head, "The leader is my elder cousin, Shigaraki Tomura. I'm a traitor, matter o' factly. Putting it in terms, it's evident how being the quiet girl has its perks.
I silently pick up on everything, and it's gifted to him for the next incidents. Sneaky, right? I heard about your little quirk drug business from him, and I'll be honest with you, I think it's quite intelligent, and I agree with your reasoning." [Name] chuckled deeply, slowly unraveling her stance.
"Heroes are little spoiled, pathetic excuses of justice. They don't follow true meaning. If they did, they would've saved me." She hummed, "Being with these little heroes is fun and all, truly, they have some large passion for such a wrong thing. It was difficult not to murder everyone in the room. Quirks are sicknesses. They make everyone feel entitled to one another, and I would be very glad to help you restore humanity and be used to your business. Will you take me?"
[Name] isn't stupid. Just scanning the man and reading of his ideals was enough to tell her all about him and his sick head, and she was enjoying the consciousness of poking at him.
She knew that he wasn't going to believe in her potential. After all, Kai has very little respect for individuals surrounding him; he'll use them and their full potential as pawns for their devotion and is willing to manufacsture an experiment on them, if it means to further his goals.
The stoic female further understands he will not take her in. She may not be used, but she'll squeeze upon an interest in him until it breaks her forward.
Kai, an antisocial, mysophobic sociopath, is fixated on restoring the world back to how it was before the Quirk epidemic, and she'll be using this knowledge to her advantage.
Kai argues that Quirks have infected humans with syndromes of heroics and villainy, making them a scourge on humanity. He refers to heroic sacrifice or small-time criminality as sicknesses and looks down on anyone who use their gifts for either. Therefore, he may lay eyes upon her as a potential newcomer and even advance her to a new role if she's lucky enough.
By playing the role of understanding him and his point, she can hopefully manipulate him into taking her in.
While she constructs this relationship with him, her mind has already sourced the location of a few of his drugs, and she tethers with them using her brain-drived mind powers, of course. Reducing ingredients and playing with the chemical compounds while gazing at him innocently, she smiles.
Kai Chisaki was rather polite enough to explain his goal of using a child. Her blood was a useful source he depended on for this matter, and [Name] couldn't bear hearing such.
Regardless, she played the card of the 'White Knight Method', how unsaintly. She'll spark a problem within the drug, knowing he doesn't care much about the mere pains he associates himself with. He'll gladly kill off someone important and hopefully squeeze her into view as a new hope, or employee.
In terms, this method is convenient as she can help be the comfort in knowing she can secure the drug with her knowledge, so he won't fear anymore about it's perfection, it'll be in her hands.
Once gaining this role of an employee, she can gift hints on the Yakuza's whereabouts and push the concern on someone, and hopefully, a battle will take place.
The role she's assigning herself toward is dangerous, but nobody said she wasn't into that. [Name] will play their cards and assort the players like their under her fingertips, manipulating them like a puppet manufacturer, into her righteous control.
She'll be the catastrophe that pokes at a domino, causing all following to fall into place, one at a time.
