What Makes A Hero

16

       Izuku tilted his head curiouslyat the unfamiliar voice, it sounded young, possibly just recently out of the teens, and male. It painfully enough reminded him of how Kenzo sounded, which was odd in that their voices were so different. Just the underlying sound of it maybe. "Alright, I've got it: third ones a lie, you can't honestly expect anyone to believe your legal name is Tanaka Jin."

"First one,"

"What, no fair I thought I was going to win that one. Proof! I demand proof." Izuku stepped into the room just in time to see a slim looking man with faded brown hair, glancing up from where they slumped on the pub's counter.

Jin grinned toothily and reached into his pocket to slap his ID card onto the table- Izuku was pleased to note the man made no outward reaction like he noticed plenty of people did to the smile. Leaning forward the other carefully examined the card before handing it back and slumping back on the barstool.

"Aw, come on, that's not even a fake. Your parents, man, they were either the nerdiest or the weirdest and I'm leaning towards the latter." He paused noting Tanaka's flinch, but did not question it- and Deku ticked another point in his favor- instead he snapped his hand loudly in the air between their faces, "My turn then!"

Jin nodded, he was leaning on the other side of the bar, both had a glass of something, although it didn't look like alcohol, beside them. Probably one of the juices Jin kept for cocktails.

"Okay, my name is Andrew, I don't like tomatoes, andddd I had a pet dog when I was little."

      "First one."

     "You can't- how o- impossible. At least pretend your struggling here!"

      "The one drink you usually won't touch are Bloody Marys and you one time cried about losing your dog."

      Izuku smiled, slinking off into the shadows and back to his temporary office area rather than going to talk to Jin as he usually would.

       "....damn, I give up, oh, hey, when am I going to meet the information guy you keep talking about. Like you're really building up the suspense here about this big scary boss man of yours."

      Izuku paused from where he had been turning around. Wait, what?

Jin blinked before protesting softly, "He's not like that."

      "Huh? Well let's see, time for the good ole potential-mafia-man-head-honcho-slash-total-badass checklist."

       "There's a-?"

      "Ah-Ah-Ah." They held out one finger shaking it scoldingly, and like the giant puppy he was Jim sulkily quieted, "I can't believe you don't know about the good ole potential-mafia-man-head-honcho-slash-total-badass checklist, but don't worry; we are fixing that now. First: constantly, and unnecessarily wearing a suit. That's a check. Spends a lot of time playing chess with the world as his pieces. That's another. Now what about charming reporters so they print what he wants them to, yep-er-roni. What about," he paused to count on his fingers snapping them dramatically again, "Right, fourth, ends up in a lot of shady places. He found you. Oddly able to intimidate people with innocent words. Yes. Secretly owns a shady bar. Gotcha there. Now the real questions are; how classy is he, and does he smoke a cigar. Quite frankly I've never met your big, scary, head honcho, boss guy so I can't judge the classy-ness, but based off what you've told me he's totally the type."