A Quirky World where there are a lot of "strange people with Quirks" in Ayanokouji's words.
Ayanokouji is Quirkless, but with his immense raw skill and matchless intellect, he manages to be of better help than even Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki i...
"Kiyotaka. The Hero Public Safety Commission requests your presence. I'd rather not oblige them, but they're the higher-ups." Mr. Aizawa entered my room, leaning on the doorpost.
I was just interrupted in between an interesting psychological book called The 48 Laws of Power by someone named Robert Greene. I had just finished reading the Art of Deception. It was good, but nothing that I hadn't already known before. I raised an eyebrow as I turned my head to my guardian. Gears started turning in my head.
It has already been a year since I was taken from the White Room. The Hero Safety Public Commission didn't make any moves since. Why is it now? This is very suspicious, but I refrain from voicing out anything. "Ok," I simply said to Mr. Aizawa.
I asked if I could go somewhere before tomorrow. He agreed.
I met a girl about 2 weeks after I had been rescued from the White Room.
Flashback...
I walked through the park, wanting to explore nature, since I've not gone out much, just been inside the house most of the time. I saw a young lady sitting on a bench swinging her legs. She had eyebags and was talking to herself. She seemed broken and tired of life. Normally, I wouldn't interact with a random depressed individual, but I wanted to test something.
I walked towards the girl silently. The White Room had taught me how to conceal my presence so it wasn't difficult. As I got closer, I heard her saying, "...failure. Why did I even think that I would be able to make him love me? It's my fault for asking him out in the first place. I should have known that I'm not in his league. I'm not good enough. I should have stayed afar, watching him. I didn't want to be rejected like this. It's painful. Why not just reject me nicely, not gather ur friends to make fun of me and mock me..."
She kept murmuring about her situation. I almost pity her. Highlight the 'almost.' She's someone perfect to use as a tool. She might not be anything special, but if I can rebuild her, she could lighten up, and she might just be my ticket to learn more about society. I will use her and dispose of her soon enough.
I sat down beside her as I suddenly spoke out, "Um... hello?"
She shrieked when she realised that someone was beside her. I don't blame her.
She calmed down after some time and replied, "H‐Hello..."
"My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. What's yours?
"M-My name is Manami A-Aiba."
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