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Dull mumbling through the equally dull office floor, mellowed out into each room even when the door was shut, and the blinds were pulled shut to prevent prying eyes from peeking in.
Bleached white papers scattered like moths to the flame from the palm of their hand as the individual glared at the recent villain activity files, where a singular individual was the main focus of the whole file.
Deku, the anti-hero.
Any known information about the anti-hero was mostly about his appearance and quirk aspects that have been pointed out by the police officers. However, other than the obvious, a majority of his information was seemingly scrubbed off the surface of many offences he has committed.
Bringing us to this conclusion, he was pretty dangerous when it boiled down to nothing but the truth.
So…if he was dangerous? Then why are you constantly being sent to get his (handsome) ass in check?
(A.K.A The hero commission loves to send you out to confront the anti-hero…uh thanks for that!)
Sure, the first time of meeting him went on the lines of slurring banter through dealing with a hangover from the night before as a mocking (and maybe flirtatious) “Oh look who’s come along!” shouted through the empty street littered with sizeable wreckage of a destroyed bank (where an internally panicking (y/n) was screaming ‘he’s larger in person?!’. Hehe, that’s what they said--).
Now your meetings are grumbled yelling of “Deku!!” accompanied with a tongue licking his lips in satisfaction of the new challenger arriving, considering that a harsh wind bellowed through copious limey forest ferns sitting atop of mowed grassy cut edges and allowed his holler of something along the lines of “My favourite hero has arrived!” to reach the opposite end of the street where you stood.
That cheeky bugger decided to have the audacity to call you his “favourite hero” whilst hauling a shady pitch-black duffle bag on one shoulder prior to letting you eye the crackles of blindingly bright lightning cascading the thick forearms hugged in a dark material in rivulets of jagged rivers.
Though that’s not the only thing you eye up.
(Just don’t say that out loud, it's illegal in public but legal in privacy.)