In this alternate universe, Izuku was chosen to be All Might's successor. And during his fifth month of his ten-month training, Izuku was returning home from the market, until he noticed suspicious people doing something strange. But before Izuku co...
Overhaul's office was a well-lit space, despite its minimalist simplicity. At the center of the room, a dark glass desk dominated the space, holding a black briefcase that was tightly closed. Around the desk, there were two sofas: one where Hun was sitting, waiting, and another across from it.
Hun was visibly impatient, lightly tapping the tip of his foot on the desk, with his head lowered before shifting his gaze to the briefcase on the desk, which he had brought to present to Overhaul.
Hun: "How long is it going to take for him to arrive, Mimic?" - He asked, with a hint of frustration in his voice. - "He's taking too long."
Mimic, a small and enigmatic-looking individual, was sitting on the arm of the sofa across from Hun. His black outfit, resembling a small cloak with protrusions similar to arms and a white plague mask, covered most of his body. He was busy counting large stacks of money with a concentrated look.
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Mimic: "I'm pretty sure Overhaul has a reason for the delay." - He replied, without looking up from the money. - "He must be dealing with something important. Also, your financial presentation doesn't need to be rushed."
The office door slowly opened, revealing Overhaul with his imposing presence. He entered the room with a serious demeanor, his footsteps echoing in the quiet environment. Overhaul's serious gaze immediately fixed on Hun and then slightly on the briefcase on the desk.
Overhaul: "I want to talk to you."
Mimic: "Hey, Overhaul! Check this out!" - He exclaimed, holding up the stacks of money. - "Hun brought the down payment from the buyers! They're eager for more of our products and willing to pay a lot more." - He showed his satisfaction while pointing to the briefcase on the desk.
Hun: "Moreover, some are looking up to us, seeing that our attacks have had an effect and are taking us more seriously." - He said with a self-satisfied smile. - "Isn't that great?"
Overhaul looked at the briefcase with an impassive expression. He walked over to the sofa across from Hun and sat down, without saying a word, his gaze fixed on Hun, who was confused by the way Overhaul was looking at the leader of the Purple Dragons.
Overhaul: "...Mimic, I want to speak to Hun alone." - He said, without even looking at the mentioned, who looked puzzled.
Mimic: "What? Why?"
Overhaul: "Serious matters. Go, take that briefcase and split the money."
Mimic: "Hmmm... Alright. If you need anything, you can call me." - He said as he jumped off the sofa, grabbed the briefcase with his expanding fist, revealing a muscular arm, and exited the room.
As soon as the two leaders were alone, Hun was intrigued about what Overhaul wanted to discuss.
