Virtual

Encounter

It wasn't normal. Not for a second was her quirk normal. The controller in her backpack was her only life line and god forbid someone took it and found out. Her blood pressure was sky rocketing as she held it close to her chest in her panic. Villains lined the streets where she lived, their smiles telling her everything as she stared at the red and orange lines above their heads. A perk of her quirk but it had never served her well. If only someone reliable had her controller she wouldn't be so scared and those colors would be calmer.
"Hey sweetheart, what are you looking at," she squealed and stared at a man behind her, the smile on his face malicious.
"I-I was just leaving," she muttered. She waved her hand a bit and started walking in the opposite direction of her apartment. The man grabbed her arm and took the bag. Her life practically flashed before her eyes as the bag was pulled open to the only item inside. Her quirk's main source, the thing that gave her the ability to give all of herself. She reached for it, giving a small cry when her arm was squeezed tightly.
"What's this," he mused. He grabbed it, holding the game controller up and looking it over. It didn't look any different than any other controller except for the lack of wires. He turned it over in his hand to her name neatly etched in the back. "Anka," he chuckled, "What a pretty name. I might just keep you."
"Give that back," she snapped. His smile diminished, his eyes staring at her as he waved the controller about.
"Or what," he sniffed. "You a professional gamer or something?"
"Yes," she quickly shouted. He smiled again, dropping the controller. Her heart lurched as she shoved the villain holding her, grabbing the controller after it hit the ground. The back was shattered and she could feel her bones splitting inside of her. A scream raged from her lungs, the pain swelling just under the skin. The controller was kicked aside as a hand reached into her pocket.
She was left there like that, struggling to move to grab the controller and put it back in her bag. There were no heroes. No one bothered to look outside their windows and she shook. She didn't know when she blacked out, her hand stretched out for the controller.

Her body stood up, the pain gone as her feet walked forward. She opened her eyes slowly, the world moving awkwardly. Her body felt better, relaxed and loose. She made her head turn, feeling something try to turn it back before letting go. Her eyes widened a bit at the disappearance of her bag and controller. She faced forward as her feet began to move again, her heart beating rapidly.
She let the movement get smoother as her leg muscles were loosened up and she suddenly stopped, turning to the side. Her visage had definitely changed; her hair now a stark white, her eyes heterochromatic in a pitch black and their normal color of brown, and her skin a deathly pale. The buttons on her right cheek were the same yet they looked worn down. She felt the urge to move from the player but she stayed still, staring at the different colored eye. "I hope you can hear me," her voice was crackling, traveling over gravel as it left her. In response, the urge to move stopped. She took a minute to take in the fact she wore a leather cat suit, wondering what sort of person held her controller.
"My name is Anka. You've got my controller and I want it back. This isn't a game," she continued. "Please, you're literally holding my entire being and I want it back." The player moved her from the window she had been looking into. It seemed to move with a purpose, turning down streets Anka had never been down.
She stopped in front of a door, relaxing as the player stopped. Her hand was suddenly moved up and she knocked. The door opened, a man made of mist standing there and staring in shock. She stared at the bar above his head, blinking at the fact it was green. She glanced down to her hand and then looked up, freedom letting her wave.
"You guys have something of mine. May I please have it back," she asked kindly. The man took a moment before someone yelled something incoherent. There were footsteps racing down the stairs before a tall, thin man looked past the stairwell. He stared, red eyes focused and a bit wide.
His voice was just as scratchy as hers when he spoke, "Holy shit. You're a real person." It was a dumb statement, one that made her laugh nervously and rub her arm.
"You caught me! Thank you for fixing it," she stared at the mist man and bowed a little. "May I come in?"
"Oh, of course," the misty man stepped to the side, Anka stepping in and wiping her shoes on the mat before walking in fully. "Shigaraki, explain."
"It's a new controller," the thin man walked forward, reluctantly holding the controller out to Anka. She reached to grab it, squeaking when it was pulled back from her. "And it's mine."
"I'm sorry," she laughed awkwardly. His eyes narrowed and he nodded to the misty man. Shigaraki held the controller up in both hands, a finger lifted from them in a peculiar way. Anka blinked as she was forced to turn around, a laugh coming from the man.
"Oh man, if only everyone was like this," he snorted. "You look just like a villain too!"
"That's because you're," her voice trailed off as her eyes widened. She was suddenly terrified as he made her spin around. How much she wished she was back home, sitting in front of her TV and streaming. She'd be warm and comfortable, safe.
"What's your profession," the misty man walked behind a bar, pulling out two glasses and filling them, setting them down as she was made to sit. The thin man sat next to her, drinking from one of the glasses while examining the controller. Now that she was closer, she could see how dry his skin was and the scars on his face. He didn't look bad in the slightest past the wrinkled skin and chapped lips.
"I'm a professional gamer," she replied nervously. The two stared at her, disbelieving. Shigaraki handed the controller to the misty man. The minute he held it, Anka jerked from the sudden change, staring down at her hands on the counter. They had shifted into well manicured nails on tan skin and she could only imagine what the rest of her looked like. She suddenly felt uncomfortable with the exposure of her quirk.
"Please, may I have that back," she yelled as she was made to stand, the movements jerking more than when Shigaraki held the controller. "Please stop," she begged.
"I liked the other look. Go back to that," Shigaraki ordered. The movements stopped, Anka trying to get herself back together as she snatched the controller. Her body, her clothes, her hair in it's messy bun. She let out a sigh as the two stared.
"I'm going to leave and," she held up a finger before either of the two could speak, "I'm not going to say a word about you two. I just want my bag of chips and my fuzzy socks." She turned around, stopping when three fingers wrapped around the back of her neck.
"If you're a gamer, give me your username," Shigaraki sniffed.

There was a long, drawn out sigh as she placed the game down. She was getting bored yet again and the viewers that were still watching had begun to message the strangest things. Those late night people were creeps in her opinion but views were views. She adjusted her mic on her headset to put it up but stopped when a notification told her she had a friend request. She clicked it open, staring at the blank profile picture and then at the username before giggling.
"HandyNannyMan, huh? You're on late man," she put the mic back down, going to his profile to see the game he was playing. She jumped and nearly screamed at the reply that came through her headphones.
"To be fair, my schedule is kind of messed up," Shigaraki's voice made so much more sense over the headphones. "I'm glad to see you weren't lying but your stream was shit."
"No hate. I can block you in a heartbeat," Anka snapped.
"Don't get so aggressive. How about a one on one," Shigaraki purred.
"I'm trying to end a four hour stream," Anka whined. She stood and walked to the kitchen, coming back with a family sized bag of chips. It was fine if she was on for another hour if he wanted to play, right?
"It's a simple shooter game," he suggested. "A quick match. I want to see if you're any good against me." She sighed and leaned back, putting her feet up away from the camera. Her yoga pants were airy but the console running below her desk was heating up.
"One match and then I have to go to bed. I'm still in recovery," she rolled her eyes as the chat exploded with comments. The poor children that watched the stream would be scarred and tainted by those comments. "Not like that you pervs. I got hit by a car earlier this week. Get out of the gutter."
"I'll send you the game," Shigaraki cooed. In fact, he had and when she stared at one of her all time favorites, her expression lit up.
"Get ready for an ass whooping, HNM," she laughed.
"Oh, I'll be waiting," he laughed. His mic cut off as the game started. He had proven to be far more difficult than she originally thought. The single match went on for three hours, Anka finally coming out on top with fifteen kills against fourteen.
"Suck it," she laughed and bounced.
"How did you beat me," Shigaraki cried from the other side. Anka momentarily forgot he was a villain as she explained his loss to him, the man silently taking the advice and criticism on his style.
"And there you have it. Thanks for the match though. I haven't had to try that hard in a while," she giggled. "Maybe we can team up in some of those mmorpg's. I think we'd really stick it good to some players."
"Maybe. I'm not much of a team player," Shigaraki sniffed.

Anka woke to someone slamming something against the floor. She groaned and looked up, scowling at her pro hero roommate. He had dropped a box full of her things out of shock in finding her. She groaned and turned over as he began to yell angrily, "The hell have you been? You've been gone for so long I thought you finally up and died!"
"Oh so you want me dead now," she groaned. "I thought you were a hero."
"I am! That's why I've been looking for your sorry hide," he yelled.
"Can't I sleep? I was up late making dough," Anka covered her head for the covers to be pulled away.
"The hell is wrong with you," she glared and sat up.
"Mori, you raging piece of shit, let me sleep. I got my controller stolen and I had to find it," she snapped. Mori stared for a moment before sitting and staring, his eyes wide.
"Did you find it," he asked.
"No shit," Anka sighed and stood up, stretching out.
"Who stole it," he asked.
"Some low life thug. He threw it and broke it," she muttered. The hero shot to his feet and held his hand out.
"That's it. I told you walking around with it was dangerous," he snapped. "Hand it over." Anka glared at him and crossed her arms.
"No. You know exactly why," she growled. "It was one mistake. It won't be happening again so calm down."
"I promised your mom I'd look out for you," Mori growled. Anka stiffened and scowled, making the man stand and pushing him out of the room. "Anka-"
"Shut up and leave me alone," Anka slammed the door and groaned, walking for the console and TV. The minute it was on, a message popped up with an invitation to a game and she sighed at Shigaraki's username. "Who knew a villain gamed so much. Maybe he isn't too bad."