Saiko Killer, Qu'est-ce Que C'est (IzukuxSaiko)

IV: A Tasteful Visit

Reminder: At 3:30 PM this Saturday you will arrive at Very Berry Cafe and proceed inside to order an island size sliced strawberry no sugar light ice half water half tea in a plastic cup and no straw. Once your order is complete you will then wait outside of the establishment where your transport will collect you. DO NOT, foil the drink instructions. Even a simpleton is capable of getting something as simple as this right so let's hope you are too.

Midoriya scoffed as he pocketed his phone back into his pants and looked at the cold drink in his hands, a dark purple pool of liquid swirling within the plastic cup with a bed of sliced strawberries floating at the top. "Foil the drink instructions, I'm going to U.A for crying out loud. I'd like to think I'm smart enough to order a drink properly. Tch, simpleton."

Removing the drink from his face the young man looked down both ways of the city street in front of the establishment he had been instructed to arrive at, curious to see just what this "transport" would even appear to be. Truth be told does he even know why he's following through with what Intelli had told him to do? Not exactly, but something deep in his gut told him it would be best to spare himself from finding out what sort of punishment awaited him had he decided not to follow her orders. She's a rich girl, snobby nosed and possibly spoiled at that, there's no telling what sort of evil methods she had at her disposal for those who didn't listen. Thank goodness Yaoyorozu didn't turn out the way she did.

This whole experience with Intelli so far has been....weird. She claims to have a distaste for him and anything U.A related yet when the time came for her to pick out a guide, she chose him. Then again, she did make him seem like a good bit of a fool with her superior knowledge about his campus grounds compared to his own, so perhaps him being selected was just a way for Intelli to make herself seem like the top dog at the table. She doesn't like U.A, she doesn't want anything to do with him, but she's now ordering him to arrive somewhere so that be may be taken to a different location per an assigned transport on her behalf? What was her end goal for this? Was it to prove a point or something?

The young man furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his lips in thought until the top of a deep cherry limousine breached his line of sight, his mind snapping out from within to the vehicle. The vehicle's windows were so dark tinted it casted a perfect reflection of his confused self and everything behind him, the limo rolling to a slow halt once the rear door stopped in front of him. The door itself swung open and from the limo came a large built man wearing a light pink suit with black shades, Midoriya taken back to his days of being a toddler looking up to a tower of a fully grown adult.

"Are you Izuku Midoriya, first year out of U.A High School?" The man asked, with a clear tone of a foreign accent in his voice. If the student had to guess it was something along the lines of German or around that area.

Midoriya gulped at the imposing presence of the man. "U-Uh, yes. That's me."

The man gestured an arm towards the open door of the limo. "In."

"Uhhhh, ooookayyy." The first year awkwardly slipped past the large man and entered the limo, shimmying towards the furthest edge of the rear seat with the man following after him. Looking around the rear carriage he found that he was not alone as filling the two rows of other long seats were many other men in light pink suits and black shades, each of their physiques bulky and large with faces stoic like stone. The seats were lined entirely in red velvet, white colored studs buttoned into the center of the seats with a cool fragrance floating in the air.

*THUNK*

The door shut and the limousine immediately cruised back into drive, the man holding a hand out to the drink in the first year's possession. Midoriya handed over the drink for it to be placed within a small white cooler at the man's feet and have the lid shut, the man sitting back upright in absolute silence.