I Am the Reaper (Rewrite)

Chapter 1: Recommendation from U.A

A small apartment that is located in the middle of a suburban area of Beijing. The sound of an alarm clock can be heard ringing, which unfortunately have woken up the inhabitants of the apartment.

A young man in his mid twenties rise from the comfort of his bed and sat by the edge to pick up the ringing clock. With an annoyance clear in his face, the man smash the clock without a second thought.

"Fucking clock." The man swipe his hand through his long and messy dark green hair as he sigh. His green eyes staring down on the pieces of the clocks on the floor with annoyance.

Dark green hair that draped over his shoulder, those pair of emereld green eyes akin to a shining pearl under the sea and a muscular body that is enough to make any women out there to droll in lust. Scars littered his entire body, a sign of proof of the life and death battles that he have gone through and on both if his cheeks, he has long scars that goes from his the edge of his lips to his ears.

The man's name is Miyakuro Midoriya, formerly known as the Reaper, the man who was known sd the strongest constellation of the underworld. Six years ago, he was a mercenary who had brought shivers down the spines of countless villains and heroes alike. His name alone is enough to cause even the most feared villains to shiver in fear.

After his fight against All For One six years ago which resulted in the latter's death, he had retired from the underworld, never wanting to be related to the world of criminals nor mercenaries anymore.

It have been six years and he have never even once get himself involved in anything involving the underworld. As the years goes by, people should have forgotten his name. Even if they remember, he doubt it they will still fear him.

Now, he is just an ordinary quirkless civilians who owns a small bar and a few cats that always help him took care of the cafe. Literally.

As Miyakuro sat at the edge of his bed, he heard the sound of the water running in his kitchen. It was only now did he notice that all of his clothes have been neatly folded and was put on the sofa at the corner of the room.

"This woman." Miyakuro sigh as he stood up from his bed.

He picked up the white shirt that was laying on the floor and wore it as he walked out of his room. The moment he stepped out of his room, the voice of someone singing and the sound of TV can be heard.

The voice was like a music to his ears. Stepping into the kitchen, he saw the figure of a woman with short blue hair standing by the kitchen counter. Her hands move fluidly as she cut the vegetables with a small knife.

"Muo." Miyakuro calls out, leaning to the side of the wall, "How did you get in?" He asked.

This woman somehow was able to enter his house when he was still sleeping. Furthermore, from the fact that he can still smell her scent lingering in his room and the fact that his room is more tidied, he could already tell that she had also entered her room.

Instead of answering his question, Muo Shi simply pull out a spare key that he had gave her a few nights prior from her purse that was placed on the kitchen counter beside her.

"You did not answer my call last night." Muo Shi said as she put the vegetables into a bowl and pour a sauce on top of it. "Did something happen?" She asked before placing two bowls of salad on the table.

"Had a lot of customer last night." Miyakuro said as he picked up a slice of bread that was already on the table and spread butter and jam on top of it. "And one tried to robed my bar last nigh." He added

"Let me guess, he's currently in the hospital?"

"Nope, he's ended up in the morgue." Miyakuro reply before putting the piece of bread into his mouth.