Flaws [BNHA x Pokemon!Reader]

30: A New Era

Chisaki Kai hated a lot of things.

Germs, for one.

Everything was dirty, and it pissed him off beyond belief that he was the only one who seemed to care about it. Japan's streets were rife with litter and those cleaning crews the government sent out every so often were nothing but a joke. The very air stank of sickness and decay, so much so that even his intensely dramatic mask barely allowed him to hold it together out in public for more than a few hours.

And don't even get him started on public buildings. The grocery store? A breeding hub for bacteria.

He thanked his lucky stars he had a number of loyal underlings to do that sort of thing for him.

In that same line of thinking, Chisaki also hated quirks.

He wasn't exactly sure where his deep dispensation of the genetic mutations had stemmed from or the precise moment he'd realized they were a plague upon humanity, but now that opinion was as natural to him as breathing.

It was a scientific fact, after all–quirks were a mutation. Something that went wrong somewhere down the line in the natural pureness of humanity's genetics.

Something that needed to be fixed.

But germs, quirks, all of that... It all paled in comparison to the one thing Chisaki Kai hated above all:

Pokemon.

Regular animals alone were filthy enough, but add on those unnatural abilities that Pokemon had? It was like they had quirks themselves. At least humans without quirks were relatively clean, but animals with them were the stuff of his nightmares.

Still, they could be useful. Very useful.

And Chisaki Kai had always been proactive.

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Another thing Chisaki Kai hated?

Children.

Annoying little brats at the best of times, kids were basically walking, talking disease machines. Always sniffling their snotty little noses or touching every available surface, spreading their germs to everything they could.

Disgusting.

And if this specific kid wasn't so very important for his goals, he would've done away with her a long time ago. And at least she had long since abandoned any hope of trying to get into trouble like most other kids her age.

It was hard to do stuff like that when one is locked in a room under constant surveillance, after all.

Still, Chisaki often found himself annoyed at the girl, even though all she did was sit on her bed and cry silently, her shoulders shaking. She was docile enough even during the experiments, which was good (he had no desire to deal with any emotional outbursts), but she still managed to get on his nerves.

It was those eyes, he was sure of it. They were too wide, too innocent.

Too full of hope.

As though she expected someone to come and save her.

How foolish.

But he could get over it. Soon his set of drugs would be fully polished and hopefully he would have no further need for her. Once society fully succumbed to his plan, he would no longer need the cells from her quirk to create his bullets.

Soon, very soon, society would be destroyed.

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Chisaki drummed his gloved fingers on the table.