Boku No Hero Academia One-Shots and the Like

Chisaki Kai (Overhaul): Perfect (Lemon)

In a world of locked rooms, the one with the key is king, and honey you should see me in a crown. (Moriarty)

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The news was crucial, right? The doctor's eyes, sunken in, had only given this speech a couple of times due to how irregular your case was. Your parents, both in absolute shock, stared him down like he was mad. Your siblings played absentmindedly with the toys in the corner of the room, but you knew that they had been paying attention.

"Quirkless," This was your new norm. His voice, steady, was probably meant to be a stake in the ground for your family to hold onto, but it felt like the stake had stabbed through you and they were just digging it deeper into your chest. Quirkless. a quirkless child born to a pair of hero sidekicks.

It wasn't easy to adjust, but when you did, you found yourself caring less and less for heroes. It's not that you didn't like them, it was more like their world. Their world wasn't yours, so you didn't acknowledge it.

A world so far from yours you would never touch it. It didn't matter to you because it didn't effect you. You'd only been in one incident, and it was a mere robbery that you mother quickly took care of. It almost felt mundane, you didn't even stop shopping. Others were paralyzed in fear, but you had grown numb to it. Quirkless, practically useless, you got a job at the prettiest, most prestigious restaurant you could find (and qualify for) and kept it, since they were one of the best jobs a quirkless person could get. Usually a speed or stability quirk would work best for these places, but you didn't need that if you had a college degree to beef up your resume. Now in you early twenties, you hadn't spoken with your parents in a while. You were settling in well with your job, not so much making friends, but having fun.

You would say "until you met him," but that turned out to be the most interesting part of your life. A pair of men came into the restaurant during dinner hours, and you were their server. Low maintenance, you would have forgotten them if they had not asked if you had a quirk. You pressed your lips together as you elegantly refilled their wine glasses, pulling back with a forced smile, " Ah - that's not quite an appropriate question, I'm sorry."

"Just an inquiry," The brown haired one mused, twirling his fork before glancing back up at you with sly eyes, "We're not judging you, it's just a part of our job."

"Are you inspectors?" Your heart tightened - you hoped that you hadn't missed a requirement in the restaurant's guidelines!

"No," He shook his head, and you forced yourself not to sigh. You recomposed yourself, bowing to them as you took a step back.

"I am quirkless," You smiled, turning around and padding back to the kitchen. What you didn't know was that both of their eyes were bearing into your back as you left, and the one whose hair was tucked into his shirt glanced back at the other, exchanging a couple words before their both nodded casually. You wouldn't intrude, obviously, and just played the rest of the day on autopilot.

They left you a tip, and it wasn't small. You saved it, thankful and flustered. A full week passed, and something strange happened: You saw them again. Usually people only came in once or twice a year to your prestigious restaurant, but there they were. You were yet again assigned to them, greeting them as per usual.

But the short-haired one that you later learned to be "Chisaki Kai" wouldn't stop asking for your assistance. Like a damsel in distress, he needed more water, a new fork, gloves to eat his food, a new napkin. Seriously, they were one of your worst tables of the night, a polar opposite to their last time. You had to swallow your pride and smile every time they called you over, and an hour after you expected them to leave, they had paid their bill and got up. Kai gave you a short bow, then a heart-stopping smirk. His voice was velvety, dangerous, so different from the joking tone he used while he pestered you.