The Hero They Called Icarus

The sun shone through the window as the spring heated up into summer. He ended his usual patrol for this meeting, and Keigo was feeling good this morning. He was able to lean back in his chair, and try and take in all that they were saying about his "new mission" whatever the hell that would be.
"Infiltrate, attack from within," he shrugged it off, "the works. What organization is this again?"
"The League of Villains, and know this. We aren't just asking you to get into their organization. We are asking you to play the long game. You will eventually have to be a villain. Deep cover like that gets difficult, Hawks. Sort out your priorities, make sure you have a grasp on things you don't want to lose, and keep your eyes on the prize. Don't get hasty."
Takami Keigo was probably one of the worst people you could have asked to pull a long con. His whole motto was that he got things done, and he got things done fast, but apparently word around the street was that he was young and influential. Apparently that kind of shit was appealing to the villainous crowds.
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Or how Hawks and Dabi learn how the world is broken.