Daily Meme
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A plague mask. A fucking plague mask.
Kai Chisaki.
I used Analyze on both of them.
[Target: Eri
Quirk: Rewind
Description: Can reverse a living being's body to a previous state. This includes healing injuries, undoing modifications, or even erasing someone from existence if pushed too far. Cannot control it consciously.
Strength: 3
Agility: 7
Intelligence: 18
Charisma: 4
Luck: 2 ~ 99
Traits:
- Flight Response: Seeks escape over confrontation.
- Damaged Trust: Hesitates before reaching out for help.
- Conditioned Obedience: Freezes when commanded.]
Her stats were all low, but that last trait made my stomach turn.
[Target: Kai Chisaki
Quirk: Overhaul
Description: Can disassemble and reassemble matter at will, allowing him to heal, destroy, or alter his surroundings. Can use on living beings, making it highly lethal. Has a preference for complete control over all variables.
Strength: 147
Agility: 120
Intelligence: 163
Charisma: 90
Luck: 42
Traits:
- Calculated: Plans ahead, rarely acts on impulse.
- Absolute Control: Prefers dominance in all interactions.
- Germophobic: Avoids direct contact.]
That last trait might be useful, but this was not the time to test it.
Eri's grip didn't loosen. If anything, she pressed closer. The way she clung wasn't just fear... it was desperation. She wasn't running to safety. She was running from something.
Chisaki took another step forward. "Come now, Eri," he said, his voice was smooth as if he was in control. "We have discussed this. You know better than to run off."
She flinched, but her feet stayed planted.
Mirio moved before anyone could react, tugging Izuku's hood down over his face. A subtle motion, but necessary, Izuku was reacting too much. His breathing had shifted, his hands clenched tight. The dumbass was about two seconds away from making this a bigger problem. Mirio thought.
Sir Nighteye let out a dry chuckle. "Children can be difficult sometimes, right?"
I turned to him, my eyes flat. He met my stare with something sharper. I got it. He was planning something, some kind of operation, and blowing our cover now could mess it all up.
Did I care?
Hell no.
I stared at Chisaki. "What happened to her arm?"
His gaze flicked toward me. Still as unperturbed as ever. He had an answer ready before I even finished the question, as if she repeated it many times. "She is clumsy."
Eri flinched.
Chisaki noticed.
His fingers twitched slightly before he shoved them back into his pockets. "She trips often. Hurts herself before I can stop her."
Bullshit.
Eri's grip on me tightened. Nails pressing through fabric, her whole body curling inward. She wasn't just afraid... she was waiting for something. For him to reach out, for me to let go, for the moment she would have to go back.
Mirio kept smiling, but I could feel the way his stance had shifted. He wasn't relaxed anymore.
Nejire rocked on her heels slightly, keeping it casual. "Aww, that is rough! Maybe she needs a better guardian?"
Chisaki didn't react. Not to her, anyway. His eyes stayed on me. "She is my responsibility."
Eri trembled harder. I felt her breathing shift, her grip tightening, nails biting into skin.
Sir Nighteye exhaled, not troubled. Not anxious. More like... tired of this charade "Children do have their difficulties."
I ignored him. "Looks like more than clumsy to me."
Chisaki tilted his head slightly. "What are you suggesting?"
Eri let out a small noise. Almost nothing. A breath, a half-step toward me.
His foot moved forward, and she froze.
Izuku twitched under the hood, probably ready to lose it.
Mirio kept his hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Man, that is tough. I remember getting scuffed up as a kid, too. Always running around, getting scraped up. It happens, right?"
Chisaki's mouth twitched. "It does."
Eri's fingers curled tighter into my pants.
Chisaki stepped forward again. "Come now, Eri."
She shrank back.
I didn't move.
Chisaki exhaled, shaking his head. "She gets scared easily. Strangers make her anxious."
Bullshit again.
Nejire tilted her head. "She ran straight to Wildcard, though."
Chisaki's fingers twitched again. "She must have mistaken him for someone else."
Another lie. She hadn't mistaken shit. She knew exactly what she was doing when she ran to me.
She just hadn't expected me to still be standing here.
Sir Nighteye adjusted his glasses. "We wouldn't want to cause trouble, now would we?"
Chisaki's stare didn't leave me. "Of course not."
I clenched my jaw.
Nejire's voice stayed light. "Maybe she should see a doctor. You know, just to be safe?"
Eri made another small noise, shaking her head. Not a chance she wanted to go anywhere with him.
Chisaki's hand twitched. Then, carefully, he crouched. "Eri."
She froze solid.
Not just fear. Conditioned reaction.
She started letting go. Her hands, shaking, slipping from my pants. Not because she wanted to. Because she had to.
Because she had learned the hard way what happened when she didn't.
I clenched my teeth.
Chisaki reached out.
I held her in my arms, pulling out a piece of candy like magic. Popped the wrapper off, held it in front of her. "Do you know who I am?"
She shook her head. Tiny hands still gripping my sleeve like I was the last thing keeping her upright. The nodded. She had seen me before but didn't know who I am. Sports Festival? Stain Incident? Didn't matter.
I smiled. "I'm a hero. I fight bad guys. And when I see a cute girl like you? I make their nightmares vanish."
Sir Nighteye's voice cut in sharp. "Ryuu-"
Ignored him. Looked at Chisaki. Then back at Eri. "Maybe you've seen me on TV before?"
She stayed quiet. Trembling.
I tucked the candy into her palm. "Listen, I promise, no matter what happens, even if gods come down right this second, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore. So tell me, is this man your father?"
Chisaki's hands twitched.
Eri's grip tightened. Then, barely above a whisper... "No."
Chisaki stepped forward. "Eri."
She flinched so hard I felt it.
"See, that is not good," I said, shifting slightly. Adjusting my hold. Making sure I was between them. "You shouldn't scare a kid like that."
His eyes flicked to me. Finally not calm, now cold. "She is not scared. She is just shy."
I leaned down slightly, keeping Eri tucked close. "Hey, you wanna come with me?"
Her tiny fingers curled tighter around my sleeve.
Chisaki exhaled slowly. "You are interfering in a family matter."
"Yeah? Funny how she just said you weren't her dad."
Sir Nighteye finally spoke again, his voice even colder than Chisaki's. "Midoriya, this isn't the time or place."
Chisaki took another step forward. "Eri, let's go."
She shrank against me, pressing into my chest.
"You are making a scene," he continued, controlling his voice, like this wasn't a big deal. Like he wasn't pissed. "Let's not escalate things, Hero."
Nejire spoke up from beside me. "She doesn't want to go with you."
Chisaki's mask shifted slightly. Maybe a smirk. Maybe just the way he breathed. "She doesn't know what she wants. She is a child."
I chuckled, handing Eri to Nejire before reaching for my bat. "You know what? I do not give a shit anymore."
Sir Nighteye took a step forward. "Do you know what you are doing?"
I shrugged him off. "I do not give a single fuck. I became a hero to help people... not to play politics, fill out papers, write reports, or ignore a frightened little girl for a bigger picture. I pity you, Nighteye. Your Quirk allows you to see time itself, but you cannot even see the present."
Izuku and Mirio frowned. "Ryuu..."
I cut them off, stepping in front of Chisaki. "I really, really want to bash my bat into that ugly face."
Chisaki's hands twitched, perhaps finally realizing things were going out of his control. "That would be a mistake."
I grinned. "Yeah? Guess I will find out."
Mirio moved, grabbing my shoulder. "Ryuu, stop."
"Let go."
"No." His grip tightened. "We do this the right way."
I tilted my head. "Yeah? And what happens in the meantime? Huh?" I jabbed my bat toward Chisaki without hitting him. "We let this piece of shit take her back, clean her up, make sure there is no evidence? Then when the pros finally come knocking, he got a perfect alibi?"
Mirio's jaw clenched. "We will protect her-"
"By letting her go with him?" I barked a laugh. "That is some next-level logic right there."
Eri's tiny hands gripped Nejire's sleeve like she was trying to fuse into her. Her entire body trembled, but her eyes stayed locked on Chisaki, like she was waiting for something.
A flicker of movement.
Chisaki took a step.
Nejire adjusted her hold on Eri and floated back slightly. "Nope."
Chisaki exhaled sharply through his nose. "It is not your concern."
I adjusted my grip on the bat. "It is now."
Sir Nighteye took a step to me, talking through his teeth. "If you escalate this, you will regret it."
I scoffed. "You mean if I escalate it, you will regret it. What, worried your whole 'investigation' gets fucked if I crack his skull open?"
Chisaki grinned at Nighteye, his hands slipping back into his pockets like he was getting comfortable. Nighteye looked at me.
I blinked. Then let out a fake, exaggerated "Oh," dragging it out like I had just realized something groundbreaking. "Did I accidentally slip your big, top-secret investigation to bring down the Shie Hassaikai? My bad. Guess we cannot act fucking blind anymore, huh?"
Nighteye exhaled through his nose.
Chisaki's smirk didn't fade. "I suppose that does complicate things."
I shifted my grip on my bat, one hand in my pocket, I held my phone. "Oh no, how tragic. Whatever will we do?"
Eri's grip on Nejire's sleeve tightened. I didn't look at her, but I caught the way Nejire floated back half an inch, shifting her stance. Mirio and Izuku's constipated faces didn't loosen, but I could tell they were already thinking through the next ten steps.
Nighteye adjusted his glasses. "Midoriya-"
I ignored him. "You know, if we are past pretending, how about we stop fucking around?"
Chisaki let out a quiet chuckle. "You are an impatient one."
Sir Nighteye pulled out his chess pieces, the heavy ones, the kind that could split concrete if thrown hard enough. "You will pay dearly for this, Midoriya," he said. "I will make sure you are never a hero again."
"Like I give a fuck."
I could not care any less.
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Tanjiro, kneeling by a dying Ryuu:
"He… he gave everything. The drama. The trauma. The comedy… and still… they… they didn't vote…"
Zenitsu weeps.
Inosuke headbutts the comment section.
Nezuko explodes into a bat-shaped flame and screams:
"STONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!"
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