The Analyst

𝚇𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸: 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜𝚔𝚒

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐔, 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍, 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.

He sat alone on an old, rickety chair that creaked whenever it moved. The cracked screen in front of him showed the image of a girl locking a door. He clicked through the collection of images, making blue light dance on his face.

She locked the door, she turned, she pocketed her keys. She began walking away, so he went back to the very first photo, starting to click through again. He smiled at her, stopping at a photo that showed her face.

It was taken from an angle that looked down on her, but she had her head raised to look up at the sky. Her eyes glittered in the light, shadows bringing out the detail of her figure. The crinkles in her suit, the stray baby hairs that framed her face, the creases in her dress shoes.

She was stunning in the light, just as she was stunning anytime. The man had watched her mature into a woman, and loved every second. He used his power (which grew and grew over the years), to watch her from every angle.

"I miss you." He whispers the screen, dragging his fingers across it.

"Boss, come here." A voice says from out in the hallway.

"What do you want, I'm busy!" The man shouts back, eyes set on the screen.

"It's about her." The voice says simply, sending the man flying out of his chair.

"What about her?" He exclaims once he's reached the main room.

"Look." The man belonging to the voice pointed towards a screen mounted on the wall, showing a picture of a group of pro hero's, accompanied by a woman. His woman.

"What is she doing with them?" The man growls out, furious.

"We're not sure. This was posted on Chargebolt's InstantGram forty-five minutes ago."

"This can't be happening." The man starts to panic. "This can't be happening!" He exclaims, forcing his fists down on the table in front of him.

A hand is placed on his shoulder.

"We are loyal to you. Whatever you need us to do, we shall." The figure says. "Anything at all,

Tomura Shigaraki."

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𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔.𝐀. 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄.

I laughed at something Nejire said, throwing my head back.

"So what do you guys teach? What classes?" I ask the three before me.

"I teach Heroics!" Mirio says. "You should stay and watch some of my classes! Maybe even give some tips!"

"I'm not sure what tips I could give, in the eyes of many of your students, I'm practically quirkless." I explain.