TW: Stalking mention, abduction mention, hostage situation, and violence. See bottom of update for summary.
The man wasn't what you expected when you first saw him. When the door opened, you found yourself looking at a well dressed young man that was no older than twenty five. He stared at you with unsettlingly dark Indigo eyes.
"Please, take a seat Ms. Y/N," the man gestured to the leather couch in front of him, "I've been looking forward to having the chance to finally meet you in person."
He smiled at your confusion before continuing, "Oh yes Ms. Y/N, I know all about you and your," he sniffed in distaste, "dingy boyfriend, Eraserhead."
"What are you talking about?" You asked as you hesitantly took a seat.
"Don't play coy with me dear. Thanks to my quirk, I've seen everything that the two of you have been up to this past week." The thin man rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he spoke, "And might I just say, you work pretty fast. Not that I'm complaining of course, it was quite enjoyable at times."
He smiled but it was devoid of warmth, "You know, you sound different than I thought you would."
You clasped your hands together in your lap to keep them from shaking, "You're not Zanshu, so who are you? Why am I here? What do you want me for?"
The man had a predatory gleam in his eyes that made your skin crawl, "So many questions, you're an inquisitive one, aren't you?"
He pulled out a small roll of black electrical tape and tossed it to Derrick, "I'll answer your questions if you'd be so kind as to put your hands behind your back."
His voice was sickeningly smooth, but held an edge that warned you not to disobey. When you didn't move he said, "If you'd rather be difficult, I will gladly go have a chat with one of the other lovely ladies that were brought in as well instead."
As soon as Derrick had your arms bound behind you, the man clapped his hands together pleased.
"See," he grinned widely, "that wasn't so hard. I knew you were a sensible woman."
He stood in front of you and laced his fingers behind his neck, "Now as promised, I'll answer a couple of your questions. As you correctly guessed earlier, I'm not Mr. Zanshu. I'm his assistant, you can call me Daiju if you'd like.
"Mr. Zanshu asked for you to be brought here at my suggestion actually," Daiju explained, puffing out his chest slightly.
"You look confused," he continued, "Allow me to explain. We don't actually want you if I'm being honest. You're just a means to our end. You and that other irritating woman we had collected this evening."
"Other woman?" You interrupted.
"Yea, the one you work with that Present Mic appeared to have taken an interest in." Daiju sighed before continuing, "I personally didn't see the point in grabbing her too, but I don't call the shots here."
"Where is she?" You asked shifting around in your seat, "And what did you mean when you said that we were means to an end, what end is he trying to reach?" What do they want with Mic and Shota?
"To put it bluntly, Mr. Zanshu plans to take Mic's head for what he did to him thirteen years ago."
Summary: Y/N is brought to a room on the top floor which is meets a man who introduces himself as Daiju. He explained that he was Zanshu's assistant and that he had been watching y/n and Aizawa the entire time they had been together and generally gives off a creepy vibe. He coerced y/n to let Derrick tie her arms behind her back. He reveals that Reina was also taken. the only reason Y/N was taken was to get Aizawa so Aizawa could be used to get Mic. Zanshu wants to kill Mic for revenge.
A/N: Oh also, this isn't remotely relevant to anything, but I made the Daiju's eyes indigo because while humans can't see the wavelength that x-ray light is, they're a shorter wavelength meaning they'd be on the side of the spectrum with blues and purples. I know it's random but I thought it was an interesting concept to think of what color it would be.
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