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"Eri?" Chisaki asks, feigning to be clueless. Chisaki found the woman interesting. Quirks don't affect her. Although he doesn't know yet if the woman has a quirk, her knowledge about Eri surprised him.
But his features remained as is. He strides back to the chair and sits down.
"Yes, the one with a horn on the side of her forehead," Yuko says. Chisaki clasps his hands together as he leans forward, resting his forearms on his legs.
"You seem to know a lot." Chisaki states.
"Like I said, because I know." Yuko counters.
"How?" Chisaki asks, but Yuko immediately replies. "I can't tell you."
Chisaki leans back on his chair. He sighs under his breath. Useless. He thought. He could only see Yuko as one of his test subjects. And that would only be her purpose. He'll wring her dry until she dies.
He stands up, losing the interest that once sparked in him, and he stalks to the door.
"Everything you worked hard for will be stolen," Yuko adds, her voice raised with a sense of panic. Her eyebrows furrowed deeper as she stared at the back of the man she adores so much.
With trembling fingers and quivering lips, she mustered the courage to speak. She got the response she wanted.
