Midori the Queen

Karma Vs. Lemillion

Mirio stared at himself in the mirror fussing with the tie of his suit. He didn't often dress up, but when he did he preferred to look his best. He wished he could have worn his costume, but All Might had made it clear that he would make a better impression this way.

He wondered what sort of heroes and people he'd get the chance to mingle with at the party. It was a wonderful opportunity for him, he knew, to gain contacts in the hero industry and built up a good reputation amongst others in the field.

"Just about ready..." He murmured to himself and slicked back his hair aiming a beaming smile at his reflection. "There, done!"

A knock on the door caught him off guard. He turned and walked to the door and pushed his head through smiling at the person on the other side.

"May I help you?"

"Kya!" The maid jumped at his sudden appearance, fumbling a little with the tray in her hand. She managed to not spill the contents and flushed lowering her head with embarrassment. "Oh my you startled me. Forgive the intrusion sir, I was told to bring this to you."

"Ah, I see..." he pulled back and unlocked the door before opening it to her. "Thank you so much, miss."

"It's no trouble at all sir." She kept her head down. "Would you like me to set it down inside?"

"No, that's okay, I'll take it." He took the tray from her and bowed graciously. "Thank you very much."

"You're quite welcome. Please enjoy." She hurried off holding her face. Mirio looked after her for a moment, curious as to why she seemed so nervous and determined to hide her face. Little warning bells went off in his head, but he shrugged them away deciding to investigate the tray rather than the girl.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and set it down on the little table by his couch. Chocolates, he noted, a big box of them along with a glass of sparkling cider, and vase with a single rose in it. Under the box of chocolates was a note and he curiously picked it up and flipped it open. His heart stopped and his eyes went wide at the message he read.

"Good to see you again, Senpai."

"It can't be..." He whirled around and resisted the urge to use his quirk to jump through walls to go after the maid. Instead he burst through the door and ran down the hall after the maid hoping to catch her before she got too far. Turning the hall he spotted her about to board the elevator and he zipped straight snagging her by the shoulders and whirling her around. "You!"

"Kya!" The maid turned around. The sweet faced brunette looking startled and shaken. "I'm, I'm sorry sir... did I do something wrong?"

"You... You're not her..." he relaxed and released her sighing. "Forgive me, I thought you were a friend of mine. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It, it's okay..." she held her cheeks laughing nervously. "She told me you were eccentric. She was right."

"Hmmm? She?" Mirio's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, the young woman who asked me to bring you those chocolates. She said to be careful because you're quite eccentric and unpredictable. It made me nervous. I'm sorry if I offended you before when I didn't greet you properly."

Mirio's blood ran cold and he quickly let go of her and raced back to his room. He found Izumi, in full Phoenix gear, lounging on the couch with the box of chocolates opened. She popped one into her mouth and arched her head back to smirk at him.

"You left the door open, Senpai. How careless of you."

"Izumi..." He closed the door and raised a fist, eyes going fierce.