Cremation Intel

Between You and Me.

While Himiko calls whoever is in charge of her, you leave the room to return the first aid kit to the cabinet in the hallway bathroom, wanting to give her some privacy. Entering the bathroom at the bottom of the " T " shaped hallway, you go straight towards the cabinet under the sink. Crouching down to place the first aid kit in its rightful spot, you soon after straighten your legs to gaze at yourself in the mirror.

Your H/C hair is slightly tangled from your earlier run-in with those Alphas and the bags under your eyes are far from designer. Your black turtleneck sweater covers your black suppressant collar, which in turn covers your scent glands. A gray pair of skinny jeans covers your long legs, while a pair of Dr. Marten boots hang off your feet and hide your mismatched socks. Running a hand through your hair to try and tame it, you sigh in defeat. That will have to be a battle for another day.

Turning on your heel, you walk out of the bathroom.

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Toga gazes around your home while she holds your phone up to her ear. As the phone rings on the other side of the line, she anxiously gnaws on her lower lip. Kurogiri will certainly scold her for being so reckless.

"Who is this?" Is the immediate answer on the phone.

"Hi! Kurogiri!" Toga chirps.

"Toga? Where are you? What happened to your phone?" The wispy bartender's voice turns into one of concern while the bar's background noise turns into chaos. Himiko smiles slightly when she hears Jin's concerned shouts on the other side of the phone.

"About that..." Recalling what happened in the alley, Toga explains her situation to the Alpha.

"I see. And what is this Beta's name that came to your rescue?"

"Y/N." Toga smiles. "She's really cool!"

"The Info broker? How interesting..." A scratchy voice rumbles in the background.

"Hm? Alright, I'll tell her." Kurogiri tells the voice. "Toga. Shigaraki would like me to pass on new orders. You are to befriend Miss Y/N and gain her favor, for the better of the League... and the betterment of the world as a whole."

Toga's grin widens. "Yay! New friend!"

"If that is all, Toga, I bid you a goodnight." Kurogiri's monotone voice drawls.

"Bye-bye, Kurogiri!" Toga cheers, hanging up the call.

Just as the blonde finishes the call, you walk into the kitchen. Adjusting your gloves, you take a seat next to Toga. "So,  how'd it go?" You ask her.

She grins at you, a wide sharp-toothed smile. "Kurogiri says thank you for looking out for me and that he'll pay you back!"

You wave a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it!"

Stars dance in Toga's eyes as she clasps her hands around your arm. "You're like a villain's hero, Y/N!"

You roll your eyes. "I guess. Now come on, I'll show you to a guest room." Sliding off the stool, you wave a hand in the direction of the hallway you had came from earlier. Passing one door on the left-hand side, you stop in front of the second door at the intersection of the T-shaped hallway. You open the door to reveal a plain guest bedroom. The only defining feature of the room is the wall of windows that make up the back wall of the room.

Toga doesn't seem as impressed with this room as the kitchen and living area.

You sigh and scratch the back of your head. "I don't usually have guests."

She nods in understanding. "Well, I'll just have to come to visit more after tonight!" Toga's happy-go-lucky attitude returns as she turns to hug you.

You tense under her touch. If it weren't for your gloves, you could have easily killed the teen without meaning to as you instinctually splayed all five of your fingers on her upper back to return the gesture. Quickly pulling your hand back, you cough into a fist awkwardly. "Sure."

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After making sure that Toga is comfortably sleeping in the guest bedroom, you walk upstairs. This floor is typically where you conduct your business, not to mention your bedroom is hidden away in one of the far corners. Taking a seat in the office chair behind your desk, you open up your email to get to work. Himiko's taken up more of your time than should be permitted. Answering emails from small-time villains and vigilantes first, you get back in the groove of work.