Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Kai Chisaki ღ Overhaul

Requested by: ManyColorfulFandoms

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Red ribbon enveloped the otherwise plain box, tied at the top in a bow. You presented the gift to him, watching with glee as he unwrapped your handiwork. Opening the box, he saw his gift - a stunning plague doctor-esque mask, which instantly reminded him of a bird. Free. He loved it. You explained that you had enlisted the help of your father to make it. Such a beautiful, personal item was sure to be kept and treasured forever. He would wear it every single day, but never allow it to become unclean. Dirt was a disgusting hazard he did not wish to entertain. You looked incredibly happy to be giving him something that was certain to have its uses. You never were one for meaningless presents. The main body was crimson, with what seemed to be golden lacing. The tip was solid metal. It was carefully constructed, so that he could slide it on and off. He wore it with confidence, masking the real reason for his obsession with a truth-splattered falsehood: Misophobia.

In hindsight, he realised that his infatuation might have had more to do with you than the actual gift. As much as he neglected to admit it, ever since your parting, he had been conflicted and slightly depressed, although he refused to show it. He would not permit you to be the weakness that brought about his downfall. He maintained his promise, however, wearing that mask every day of his life. He really didn't like to be without it. None of his cohorts questioned it, instead donning ones of their own. Seeing that elevated his sense of pride - he felt completely in charge, dominant, king of the world. He walked around town in it, never once feeling self-conscious for the apparently ridiculous disguise (one boy shouted "The middle ages called, they want their plague back!", and subsequently lost his physical body). Despite not having encountered you for a little over seven, perhaps eight years, he held fast to the belief that you would meet each other again. He considered employing someone to track your whereabouts, but thought that might be a bit risky, both to your safety and his reputation. He was quite heartless, generally, but that seemingly useless organ pounded aggressively against his rib-cage every time you popped into his head.

He didn't necessarily mind it, except when he was working.

You had interrupted his train of thought, and he had some rather important papers, so now he was out wandering the town, trying to alleviate the pain. Needless to say, he was a little too invested in you, even though you were no longer in his life, and therefore it became impossible to shut out all the different scenarios his mind was conjuring up. Sighing indignantly, he shrugged and continued walking, eyes closed.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone.

They groaned.

His golden eyes fluttered open, and upon ghosting over your figure, now lying on the ground mumbling something offensive, they widened. He had finally found you. When you diverted your gaze from his feet to his face, you had to do a double-take. It was Kai. You had secretly harboured a schoolgirl crush on him during your childhood, but once you drifted apart, all your feelings had disappeared, along with him. In the few years leading up to your reunion, you had built up quite a reputation, becoming a member of the infamous League of Villains. However, since Kai worked underground, and you were the operation's trusted healer, he was none-the-wiser to your exploits. He had wanted you returned to him for oh so long, and now that an opportunity had presented itself, like a lamb treading into a lion's den, and he was not going to waste any time. Although, it was probably a good idea to gauge your current affairs and attempting to reason before resorting to kidnapping and torture.

"Look who it is." He uttered, raising a brow in enquiry.

Your face gradually paled - something was terribly, horribly wrong. 

"Yeah, sorry about that. You know we moved, right? My family decided on another prefecture."

Behind the mask, he smirked. "Of course. It would be silly to think you were running away from me."

"I had no reason to. You still have that thing? After all this time?" You motioned to the extension of his face.

"I promised to wear it forever."

Giggling, you responded, "I know, but we were kids back then! Nobody keeps promises for this long! That's really sweet, Kai."

He hummed, "What are you up to?"

"Just running some errands for the League."

"The League of Villains? Shigaraki's gang?"

Blinking, you asked, "You know him?"

Trying not to sound too repulsed, he nodded and replied, "We've met."

"I can imagine you don't favour him; he's sort of unkempt." You let a smile play at your lips.

"He's disgraceful, and that hideout is horrendously dirty." He admitted, raking a hand through his dark brown hair.

The two of you were standing close together, with open body language and friendly words. Kai waited patiently for a chance to invite you to his base. He still wasn't quite certain why you would possibly care to join the villains, or how a quirkless woman would be allowed to partake in such activities. You had never, in all the time he had known you, had a power to your name. he was tempted to ask. His golden eyes narrowed - something seemed off. They skimmed over your body, revealing to him every little detail, as he tried to gain some insight into your situation. He noticed fresh bruises on your right arm, and a hook-like scar just below your left eye. You were chatting happily to him, but after a few more minutes, you appeared to grow slightly irritated. You started scratching at your arms, almost as if endeavouring to tear the flesh. Your feet were soon unable to remain permanently rooted to the ground. Something was wrong, and, contrary to his usual demeanour, Kai was worried. Very worried. Of course, he would show that in the worst way imaginable.

Your unconscious body dropped to the floor, and he picked it up, throwing it across his shoulder. He walked through the veil of night, back to the underground in which he resided. Once there, he slumped you over his sheets and sat in the nearby chair, just watching the gently rise-and-fall of your chest. He clicked his tongue, and removed the mask you had once gifted him for his birthday. He placed it on the desk. His gloves came next. That would perhaps serve as a source of intimidation, since you already acknowledged the severity of his quirk.

He definitely didn't plan to harm you in any way, but you wouldn't know that. He wondered if you had received some form of harsh treatment from the League of Villains, because of how nervous you suddenly became. Either that, or maybe something happened regarding the bestowing of a quirk. He had heard stories of the League's boss, the one currently incarcerated, and how he had the ability to steal and grant quirks. If you were now affiliated with them, then perhaps that was the reason for your erratic behaviour.

You stirred, and cracked one eye open.

Then, you opened both eyes, and looked around.

You started. "Where am I?"

"That's confidential."

Glancing at his emotionless features, you asked, "Kai, what's going on?"

He stared back. "You're going to tell me everything." 

[Word Count: 1245]