Virtual

A Name

Anka threw the dummy, panting in the empty room. It was really late, so late the bar was closed and she couldn't drink away the thoughts of Mori. She couldn't decide to be angry or sad. So, she decided to try and mimic the moves Shigaraki would use when he had her controller in hand. They had flowed so smoothly when he made her do it but on her own, her body wouldn't coordinate properly. It was making her angrier with every jerking movement.
It was like that for hours until her body got to a level of smoothness she could condone. The dummy had been scratched up and battered by then but it didn't matter. Clapping sounded from the door and she jumped, glancing over to see Shigaraki standing there. "That's a quick study," he laughed, "But how about against a real person?" Anka rubbed at her arm, watching as he grabbed gloves off a small table by the door. They didn't have all the fingers intact and it made her curious as to the nature of his quirk.
"I don't think it'll be that simple," she sighed and rubbed her head. She turned and stared at the dummy again, reaching for it.
"Give a man a fish and he gets one meal. Teach a man to fish and he'll never go hungry," Shigaraki hummed. Anka blinked and turned, the gloves hand around her throat in seconds. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it outwards, her eyes wide as his fist hit her gut. "I can't have my character weak when I'm not in control. It only makes sense."
Anka coughed and stepped around the false body, narrowly dodging the punch aimed at her face. His grin was malicious as the dummy behind Anka went flying. Her arms went up, their forearms connecting when she stepped forward. Her mind couldn't keep up as she tried to think of what to do, Shigaraki stepping around her and putting her into a choke hold with ease. "Come on now, I know you can do it," he whispered.
She pushed a hand under his arm, reaching around and grabbing his pants. She threw him down with her hip pressed to his, stepping back and wheezing as bruises formed on her neck. He was up, unfazed by being slammed into the floor. His bar was a deep red, bordering on black and she knew she wasn't going to win. He grabbed her while she was staring at the bar, his brows furrowed a bit, "Don't get distracted. It leaves you wide open for other heroes to take advantage of you." His hand had wrapped into her hair, pulling her head to the side and her body following its lead.
She slammed her arm into the crook of his, ducking her head around his hand before putting him into an arm bar. She forced him to the floor and pressed her knee to his back. His arm began to bend, pulling her closer as she struggled against the pull. Shigaraki pushed himself up with his other hand, quickly snapping his arm straight behind him and grabbing the back of her shirt. It was her turn on the floor, her arms pulled behind her and pressed to her back with a knee. Her chin was grabbed and her head pulled back far enough to see Shigaraki's face.
"You're pretty good for a noob. This isn't a video game though so when you do get into a scuffle you might want to actually break the other person," he told her. He got off of her, walking for the door while pulling his gloves off. Anka lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and mulling things over in her head.
"Shigaraki," she called as she sat up. He stopped and stared over his shoulder at her, an expectant yet bored look on his face. "I don't know if I can do it."
"You'll have to," he stared and sniffed, "There's a meeting today, Character. You'll be there as a member so don't do anything stupid."
"But I'm not-"
"You're part of the league as my character," he interjected. He started walking once again, waving his hand. "I won't give you a choice."

Anka sat at the bar as Shigaraki talked to a television. Kurogiri kept the drinks coming for her and she only nodded as she drank from them in succession. The voice from the screen was deep and demanding, consistently sending shivers down her spine. "And who is your new acquaintance," it asked. Anka stiffened in the seat as Shigaraki finally turned to her.
"My new pawn," he relied casually. "She willingly gave herself to me, teacher." Anka grit her teeth a bit as there came a hum.
"What's you're quirk," the voice asked calmly. Anka didn't know whether to stand or not so she stayed seated as she responded.
"Character, depending on who holds my controller I take on the aspects and have the skill base of the person in control," she replied.
"What's you're name," he asked. Anka shifted a bit and stared at the refilled glass in the silence.
"Anka," she replied.
"And your last name," she dreaded that question. At least her first name wasn't easy to track but her last name was one of a kind. Anyone would be able to dig up her history with it.
"Boskavich," she muttered. The room was quiet for a moment longer before there came a laugh from the television with the blank screen.
It felt forever for the laugh to stop, "The Boskavich? The last survivor of the tech family," the voice asked. Dread was all she felt as she put her head to the table and covered it with her hands to hide.
"Well damn," Shigaraki sniffed. "No wonder you can stream without a care in the world."
"I haven't touched the inheritance," she muttered. She hadn't, not unless it was for rent or an emergency. Streaming brought in plenty of money for her otherwise and since she had been doing it since she was younger, she already had a fanbase.
"Smart girl," the man from the television praised. He proceeded with talking about plans with Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Anka quietly listening. She didn't move her head from the counter even as the other two began moving about.