Cremation Intel

First Meeting.

The next day was just as turbulent as the day before. Thunder roared overhead while you sat on your living room couch watching conspiracy theories on YouTube. At this point you were beginning to agree with the male voice on TV. There's no way that the mothman is just someone with a rare quirk! It has to be some kind of monster!

Stuffing a handful of popcorn into your mouth, your phone begins to ring. Not even looking at the caller ID, you answer. "Y/N L/N speaking."

Heavy breathing echoes in your ear before a familiar voice speaks. "Um, Big Sis? Are you busy?"

You quickly press pause on the television remote. "Himiko? Uh," You look around the living room; seeing the mess you've made from the past two days. "I'm not busy, per say, so what's up?"

The high school girl sniffles. "Can I come over?"

Your heart clenches. "Are you at the Bar? I'll come get you." You toss the blanket that had been in your lap over the back of the couch. Hurriedly cleaning up the bags of chips, popcorn bowl, and bottles of soda, you open a familiar cabinet and pull out a set of car keys. While normally you would avoid driving a car at this time of day, it would be safer than your motorcycle because of the rain.

Another sniffle comes from Himiko. "Ok." You hear something rub together and assume that Himiko is wiping her face of tears.

Wearing a pair of leggings and a red turtleneck to cover your suppression collar, you slip on some shoes. "Talk to me, Himiko, what happened?" You make sure the front door is locked before turning to the elevator.

"I didn't mean to do it! Really!" The girl sobs into the phone.

You enter the parking garage quickly. "Himiko, take a deep breath."

She does as you tell her.

"Now," You speak calmly. Taking long strides, you stop in front of a black Tesla. "Tell me what happened." Unlocking the car, you slide into the driver's seat.

- - -

You knew that Himiko Toga was a killer. A serial murderer even.

As you drive, the storm begins to pick up. You remained on the line with the high schooler the entire drive to the Bar. You can't really tell what she's freaking out about, the girl is talking way too fast for you to be sure. But you do understand the reoccurring words in her sobbing: accident, blood, and too much.

Suddenly, another voice is on the other side of the phone. The male voice shouts, but is then attempting to calm her. You can hear a shushing sound and Himiko's sobs turn into hiccups. Soon enough you pull up in front of the Bar. Climbing out of the vehicle, you quickly lock it before striding toward the building's entrance.

Swinging the door open, you're instantly met with Himiko's arms encircling you. The girl begins to sob again, burying her face in your chest. Awkwardly rubbing her upper back in what you hope is comforting, you look around the bar. Meeting eyes with the blonde guy from the day before, you hope you can get a straight answer out of him.

"What happened?" Your voice is calm and collected, a trait learned after years of business as an info broker.

The man sighs, "She killed a girl that she had been crushing on. Idiot."

You nod. Looking down at the high schooler you gently move to hold her at arm's length. "Himiko," you say quietly. "How about we go back to my place? You said you wanted to come over, right?" Already you're looking for an escape from the heavy smell of Alpha perforating the air of the Bar. You can feel eyes watching you from every direction, as if waiting for you to slip up.

Himiko nods, grasping one of your hands in a vise. She clings to you like a child would their mother. You heart fills with pity for the high schooler. Turning toward the door to the shady Bar, you open it to the sight of lightning. You curse. Of course, the storm would be at its worst now. Of course.

Turning back to the bar, you gesture to Himiko to take a seat at one of the empty booths. She does so, but not without tugging you to her side of the booth. The blonde sobs into your shoulder as you awkwardly run gloved fingers across her shoulders. Is this how you comfort someone? You don't know, people's emotions have always confused you.

The blonde man from before takes the seat across from you, watching you with sharp eyes. "So... Y/N, what do you do for a living? Bitch."

Himiko hiccups, holding on to you even tighter.

You narrow your eyes at the insult, "I get the feeling that Himiko is quite the blabber mouth, so why don't you ask me what you really want to know?" Although your words come out harsh, the blonde man chuckles.

"Ooh, feisty. Sorry." He nervously rubs at the back of his neck. "How much has Toga told you about, um, what we do?"

You roll your eyes. "Little to nothing, but considering that Shigaraki Tomura is sitting at the bar staring at me, I can assume." Meeting the chapped man's gaze, you prop your head up on the table with your free hand. "What do you want to know?"

Shigaraki chuckles, a cunning smirk playing across his features. "Everything."

You roll your eyes. "Even I don't know everything, pick something to start with." The two blondes at your booth look between the two of you in surprise. You... you're being sassy to their leader? And he's letting you?

"Fine, fine. How about this, you tell me all that you know about UA's class 1-A and I tell you what I'm planning?" The villain places a hand on his chest, pinky raised.

Taking note of the gesture, you hum in thought. Placing a finger to your chin as you think, you look to the ceiling as if it might have the answer you're looking for. The heroes have been keeping the League's quirks very hush-hush, but with your informant you already know the basics. Shigaraki has a quirk that turns enemies to dust and they've got an ally with a teleportation ability (whom you assume is the wispy bartender). If you're being honest, it would be in your safety's interest to agree to his terms. But you were never one to play by another's rules.

"I'll agree on one condition." You hold up your pointer finger as you meet the League leader's gaze head-on. "I also want to know the extent of your quirks. The heroes are suspicious of a traitor in their midst, so only those at the top are getting the deep info. Even with my informant's rank in the polls, I don't know much about you all."

Every villain in the room turns to Shigaraki for a reaction. Meanwhile, in response to your demand, he laughs. With a crazed look in his eyes, the cool-gray haired man looks at you giddily. "Is that all?"

You nod, Himiko happily snuggled up into your side after finally calming down.

Shigaraki grins. "Perfect! Let's begin, shall we?"