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Two months have passed since you first took a job working under the Hassaikai. You had grown attached to almost everyone there. There's a key word: almost. The young head: Overhaul was the exception. He was as cold and focused as ever and it almost felt as the closer you got to his best friend, the farther he drifted from you. He was someone you could never reach and it was exhausting even trying.
Even though you couldn't get close to him, he heavily relied on your intuition for every plan and that made you feel important. After years of considering your quirk useless, having someone who used it to the extent Overhaul would completely changed your way of thinking. It was strange however, someone who wanted so badly to get rid of quirks, relying on yours and his own so heavily but you were in no place to speak up. At the end of the day, you were still an expendable, a high ranking expendable, but an expendable nonetheless.
Someone knocked on you door and pulled you out of your thoughts. "Come in." You looked up from your phone to see Tengai standing respectfully in your doorway.
"Y/N, Master Overhaul has requested your presence," he stated uninterested.
"Thank you, Tengai," the blonde nodded his head and left your door open a crack. You sighed and rolled out of bed, the open door not giving you much more of a choice. You walked over to your dresser where you always kept your black beak mask. The design of the mask was almost an exact copy of Overhaul's except for the color, which you always found odd.
Slipping on your black fashion mask and your Hassaikai mask, you slipped into your converse and headed out your door. Walking down the familiar corridor you chuckled to yourself. You've gotten so familiar with the long and confusing hallways, you could navigate through them with your eyes closed. A stark contrast from the first time you stepped into the lair and wandered in confusion for forty minutes. After reminiscing for a few moments, you stood outside the door with a strong feeling something good was to happen behind the door.
Knocking gently before pushing the door open slightly, you were met with the face of your boss.
"Ah yes Y/N, come in," he looked up from his paper and examined you as you walked into the room.
"Overhaul-"
"Chisaki," he interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
"Call me Chisaki," Overhaul repeated for clarification.
"O-okay," you replied, surprised by the sudden change of personality in the man at your front. "Anyways...Chisaki, what have you called me in here for?" An unnoticeable blush crept its way onto his face hearing you call his name before he swallowed and responded:
"Oh yes of course. I will be having a meeting with the League of Villains later tonight and-"
