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8: 𝐴 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦

"You sure you don't want me to take you?" Naomosa asked Kira as she got ready to walk out of the police station.

"I'll just have to finish this paperwork... Oh and talk to Gary about that case... And clean off my desk and-"

"Yeah I'm good." Kira said, sweat dropping at the amount of stuff he wanted to get down for the night. "Besides, no one's gonna recognize me."

Kira gestured to herself. She decided she didn't want to lose her ability to walk around on her own, so she decided that it would be a good idea to go out in disguise.

She had a black medical mask on, her hair ruffled to cover her eyes and a black hoodie with basketball shorts. All taken from Bakugou. So Not only was it hard to tell that she was Kira Kokoa.

It was also hard to tell that she was a girl.

She looked like a teenage guy at first glance. Maybe a little on the shorter side, but she had muscles built up on her legs that didn't look very feminine when she had these shorts on.

"She's right, even I didn't recognize her at first when she came in this morning." Naomosa thought. Waving bye. "Fine, just text if anything goes weird." He told her.

"Course." Kira said back. But she didn't expect it too, not only did this keep villains from recognizing her. But it was also a pervert repellant. For the most part.

Kira walked to the train station, it was getting dark already but she didn't care. Unlike last time she was in a situation like this she was confident that she could actually take care of herself. She got in the car and realized she was the only passenger anyways. And she only had two stops before she was where she needed.

She sat down, like a man. Slouching and basically man spreading, even though there was no one she had to fool. It was comfortable.

The train stopped and a single passenger got in. Kira glanced up from her phone. The guys appearance was... Well enough to raise some eyebrows.

Not because of his physical appearance. Short brown hair, yellow eyes and three piercings on one ear.

No it was his outfit that made Kira look for an extra few seconds.

He had a green jacket with purple fluff around his shoulders. He also had an odd plague dr-like mask and a long white tie. One that matched his simple white gloves.

Kira looked back down, he definitely wasn't dressed like he just got off of work at an office job. She kept her eyes on her phone.

"Ew... Public transport. God I hate taking the bus, but I can't just walk home with the others. But that'll draw too much attention. Rikiya is suspicious enough on his own. Especially with that one hero agency up my ass. Watching my every move."
The man thought in disgust, looking around the car before standing across from Kira. He didn't sit down, he didn't want to touch anything in the dirty train.

Kira was about to ignore the germaphobe's thoughts. But then they started to change.

"There's only one person in here... What a pain. Bad enough having to come into this crusty train car. Now I have to share it with some greasy teen. I could always kill him... But that gets messy too, plus I don't want any unnecessary attention."

'What did he sayyyy?' Kira thought. Keeping her head down.

"No I've had enough blood for one day. With that brute and the other league members."

Kira pulled up Naomosa's number. Typing down anything she felt was important.

"With All for one gone I have an opportunity to land on top. Run the underground crime world, but now I see Shigaraki is still a small threat. Acting like an entitled brat. Taking out one of his members and putting the other out of commission might keep them quiet for awhile though. He has valuable players though... Ones I would love to get my hands on. Let's hope he's more compliant next time we speak."

Kira continued to casually type out her message. The man didn't even care about her at all anymore. He was just zoned out, thinking about his day. And how he literally killed someone earlier.

Sure a member of the league, but obviously this guy wasn't doing it because he had a strong sense of justice. No it seemed like more of an intimidation tactic.

Like some crazy gang war or something.

"They'll probably clear out of that building. But it'll be easy enough to find them again, they have no sense of order at all. What a pain."

Kira could somewhat see a location. She texted Naomosa all the details she picked up. Some shed in the woods. Close to a mountain. She put down the stop he had gotten on at and details about his appearance.

"Now I have to work. Wish I could just take a long cold shower, but I have to keep working on the final product. I'm close to making a break through, I'll have to take some more blood soon. She's always a pain when I do that."

Kira's blood ran cold. She didn't know what he was talking about. But taking blood? From someone who obviously wasn't a willing participant.

"I'll have someone stop by and get her some toys. Maybe she'll be more compliant if she has things to play with in her free time."

Kira held her breath, clinching the rail beside her. Her knuckles were white, her grip was iron.

He was thinking about a child.

A child.

Kira didn't know what to do. She didn't know who this was but he was very dangerous. If he killed a member of the league with just his barehands, Kira couldn't do anything to him right here and now. She doubted she'd be able to get enough people down here to do anything by the time he leaves.

She had to let him go.

She looked up at him. Memorizing every part of him. Absorbing all the information she possibly could about him. He was right handed. Unarmed with anything but his quirk, he used his hands for his quirk. He could destroy people with a single touch, but it was more messy than how Shigaraki did it. He was a germaphobe, something was causing his skin irritation. She could see the forming of an almost rash on the side of his face. The police weren't onto him, at least not before Kira tipped him off. He doesn't like the league but also hates heroes. He was young but also authoritative. He was some type of crime boss, has several accomplices. One was named Rikiya.

He had a child, and he was taking her blood.

He was using her. Using her blood to create something, a weapon of sorts. She doubted the child was his own, she did know if that was better or worse than the other possibilities. Whoever he was, he needed to go down. Kira wouldn't stop until he did.

The train slowed at her stop.

Five minutes. Kira had been in there with him for five minutes.

And she already wanted him dead.