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You can't help but get the feeling that the League are using her to keep an eye on you. The blonde-haired girl happily hums away at your small kitchenette, concocting some kind of meal out of whatever was left if your fridge. You hear her phone vibrate, she pulls out a charm covered flip phone with a toothy smile and taps away as she sends a message to another anonymous person. She lets out a strange whine of excitement, momentarily forgetting the food as she turns around and jumps up and down.

"Oh! The boss man wants us to go kill somebody for him."

"Just like that?"

"Uh-huh, I told him all about what a great job you did with the last guy." She scoots closer and wraps you into a suffocating hug, she rubs her face into your chest before pulling back. "So... let's go!" She grabs your sleeve and pulls you through the front door.

"T-Toga, the oven!"

---

The league had picked out somebody less important this time, a local hero who'd been snooping around the neighbourhood. They didn't think that he'd find the base anytime soon, but he was close, and could strike it lucky. They didn't want to leave anything to chance. Part of you feels that killing him would only draw more attention, it used to, but with your ability to dissolve people's bodies you could get away with... murder; literally and figuratively.

A lot of people think that quirks contribute to society, but with a power like yours, what else could it be good for? Maybe one day somebody would be born with a power that would just destroy the world, what good would that do anybody? If you were born with a nicer power, like shooting ice-cream from your hands, then you could be helpful. Quirks just brought misery, in your opinion. What good could a man with claws for hands do? Or an extra-long neck? Dressing up as a giraffe? You kicked a can down the road with a frown.

Toga had cased the target while you weren't paying attention. He's a local hero working at a nearby agency, who recently put out a publicity stunt announcing that they would track down the infamous league of villain and put a stop to them. Obviously, with this calibre of hero, they weren't going to do any such thing. Confidence can only get you so far.

With this is mind you were liable to not pay much attention. Toga, on the other hand, vibrated with an intensity that worried you. She seemed incredibly excited about this. But this guy? His quirk was boring. Strength. A dime a dozen kind of guy. Those hero schools pumped this kind of hero out by the hundreds.

Boring.

Well, maybe Toga could just take him. She seemed to care very little about how the target bit it. The hero was a tall man with a muscular physique. He was older than most. A late bloomer - or maybe even a late boomer. He had bleached blonde hair and a disgusting cyan spandex number. He leaned over the counter of a ramen shop with a lecherous grin, the younger woman manning the place looking just as disgusted as you.
“Flirt later, asshole,” you complain. Of all the days to get a slow one, it had to be today! It’s freezing.

Toga swings her stocking covered legs from above, a ledge she climbed to observe him. “Aw, but love is for all ages Ash-kun!”

“A man his age should have a wife by now.”

Toga pouts, “Where’s your imagination? He might be a widower!”

“Then let’s send him to his wife already.”

Toga freezes for a moment, processing your retort. She smiles even wider than she usually does, “Ooooh! That’s so CUTE! I wonder if she’ll get mad at him for hitting on other women?”

He’s still there, still failing in his attempts to secure the woman. You sigh and jump up to join Toga. It’s not comfortable, but it’s better than standing around for twenty minutes. “Whatcha’ thinking about?”

“Personal stuff.”

“The kind of personal stuff you can tell your bestie?” You glance over, the blonde devil flapping her eyes in an attempt to get you to tell her. You look away again, for some reason you don’t want her to see you looking. She won’t leave you alone until she hears it, so you relent.

“I was just thinking about how stupid quirks are.”

“Huh? Quirks…”

“Yeah, quirks. What’s the point? Do you think they made anybody better off for having them?”

“Well, All Might is super-duper mega rich!”

“What’s stopping him from getting rich normally?”

Toga starts counting with her fingers, “Luck, skill, family connections, education…”

“That’s not the point, if quirks weren’t around; there’d still be rich people, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nods.

“And, if people didn’t have quirks, they’d still commit crimes and get in fights.”

“Definitely,” she closes her eyes and nods in a cruel imitation of a sage look.

“What’s the point in having them?”

“Hm. Well, if that’s true, then there isn’t any! But…”

“But?”

“There isn’t a way to get rid of them! That’s the way things are, not everything has a point.” That’s probably the most profound thing you’ve ever heard her say. You’re actually a bit surprised.

You pick up a piece of shattered brick and toss it across the way. “There was a time before them though.”

“I guess,” Toga shrugs. “But I don’t know if it hurt me or helped me.”

“It hurt me, I’m aware of that.”

“I feel better than I’ve ever felt! Before I joined the league, it was all, gross! She’s eating that bird, or whatever. Now I can learn whatever I want.”

The target has… moved onto eating some ramen. Maybe he’ll move soon. And you can finally finish this job. “Toga, if you had a button that could take away all of the quirks in the world, would you push it?”

Toga frowns, “Hm. I think I’d keep things the way they are!”

“Why?”

“It’s like you said Ash-kun, would anything change? We’d still fight, people would still judge. I super-duper like my quirk too! It’s part of who I am!” You walked right into that one; she’s right. You wind up to ask her why she likes her quirk so much, but the target puts down his bowl and tosses some change at the frustrated cashier.

“He’s moving.”

“Let’s stab him good!” From profound to murderous in a second, Toga is a poet.

You tail him through the streets of the prefecture. This isn’t the middle of Tokyo but it’s still pretty busy at peak hours. The league had chosen this as the perfect spot, halfway between idiocy and the conventional strategy. It was the kind of place that most people would overlook for being too close, but it was so low-key that people could go in and out without problems.

He, being stupid, was closer to finding the place than anybody else. At the pace he was going it’d take him years still. Even if he found the right building, getting into the correct unit was another thing on top.

He turns into a less populated alley. Sensing an opportunity, you jog closer and peer around the corner. Your heart jumps into your throat as he stares right at you. “Aha! I knew you youngsters were following me!”

You pull Toga out with you and approach the man as he preforms a side chest. Does he just flex mid-conversation like this or was it an attempt at intimidation? You can’t tell. His tone betrays how he feels. “Now, young man, young lady, would you mind telling me what you’re doing?”

You slip into lies like a pair of old gloves, “It’s just… I’m a huge fan! I live in the area and really wanted to see you in action. Sorry,” you bow your head. As you stand you notice that he’s closed some of the distance between you.

“That’s good, I always have time for my fans I was just suspicious that you were lookouts for a gang or something. Be careful! Some of the heroes around here can be more intense than me.”

Some of them are downright murderous. You know. You pull out a piece of paper from your pocket, crumpled from being in there for a few weeks. “Could I get your autograph?”

He smiles, the wrinkles around his mouth making his age clear. “Of course, I’d be happy to.” Pulling out a pen he takes the paper and smooths it out on his leg. “What’s your name son?”

“Well, most people call me Ash.”

“Wha-“

You disperse yourself. You’re everywhere around him at once, a flowing and undulating mass of black smoke and particles. He drops the pen and flails wildly, but in this form, he can’t hurt you with physical strikes. Toga had once asked you to describe the sensation of dismantling yourself like this, but you couldn’t. How do you put such a thing into words that another can understand?

It’s as natural as breathing. Not being anywhere.

He wails in pain as Toga sinks her knife into his left leg, forcing him to take a knee. You wrap a half-formed arm around his neck and pull back. You know that it won’t work, there’s no pressure or force you can use like this; but he doesn’t. He tries to wrestle the limb, paying little attention to the gremlin stabbing him in the stomach repeatedly, a demented smile on her face.

His struggles grow weaker, and slower, his super-strength brought to heel by a surprise attack from the two of you. He collapses, a pool of blood mixing with fresh rainwater. Toga hops on the heels of her feet, humming to herself.

“Hurry up and get your fill Toga. I need to get rid of his body.” His screams will have drawn attention from somewhere. This city had a hero on every corner. Toga takes the hint and starts draining a vial of blood using her needle. With it secured, you lean down and burn his body away to nothing.

“You know something Ash-kun, your quirk is a lot like Shigaraki’s.”

“I’ve never seen him use it.”

“He can melt anything! Like pshwwwww!” Toga’s onomatopoeia leaves something to be desired. You pull her by the cardigan and escape from the alleyway.

---

Tomura slouches on his bar stool. “No problems?”

“Nope!” Toga dances around the floor of the bar. “We followed him, stabbed him and burned him! But I don’t like older guys, he wasn’t cute at all! What a waste.” Toga stuck her tongue out and fell over the back of the sofa.

Tomura looked at you, scratching his scarred neck. “Game clear. You’re good at this. Don’t get too cocky. They’ll be looking for the body.” You knew that much. There’d be a manhunt on in the prefecture for a month or so. Until they found some evidence that you were there and declared him dead.

Toga looks up from playing with the balls on the pool table. “That rhymed!”

Tomura’s eye twitches. “Now, please get her out of my hair for a few hours.”

“But she’s been staying at my place for, a week?” You’re not even sure anymore, there’s never a moment of privacy when she’s in your studio.

“Then Magne can look after her, I don’t care.”

“Nee-san isn’t here,” Toga said in a sing-song tone of voice. “Hey, Ash-kun, let’s go get something to eat!” She slips her arm around yours and drags you to the door.
You’re going to have to pay again. Nobody here has a part-time job.

Description

You can't help but get the feeling that the League are using her to keep an eye on you. The blonde-haired girl happily hums away at your small kitchenette, concocting some kind of meal out of whatever was left if your fridge. You hear her phone vibrate, she pulls out a charm covered flip phone with a toothy smile and taps away as she sends a message to another anonymous person. She lets out a strange whine of excitement, momentarily forgetting the food as she turns around and jumps up and down.

"Oh! The boss man wants us to go kill somebody for him."

"Just like that?"

"Uh-huh, I told him all about what a great job you did with the last guy." She scoots closer and wraps you into a suffocating hug, she rubs her face into your chest before pulling back. "So... let's go!" She grabs your sleeve and pulls you through the front door.

"T-Toga, the oven!"

---

The league had picked out somebody less important this time, a local hero who'd been snooping around the neighbourhood. They didn't think that he'd find the base anytime soon, but he was close, and could strike it lucky. They didn't want to leave anything to chance. Part of you feels that killing him would only draw more attention, it used to, but with your ability to dissolve people's bodies you could get away with... murder; literally and figuratively.

A lot of people think that quirks contribute to society, but with a power like yours, what else could it be good for? Maybe one day somebody would be born with a power that would just destroy the world, what good would that do anybody? If you were born with a nicer power, like shooting ice-cream from your hands, then you could be helpful. Quirks just brought misery, in your opinion. What good could a man with claws for hands do? Or an extra-long neck? Dressing up as a giraffe? You kicked a can down the road with a frown.

Toga had cased the target while you weren't paying attention. He's a local hero working at a nearby agency, who recently put out a publicity stunt announcing that they would track down the infamous league of villain and put a stop to them. Obviously, with this calibre of hero, they weren't going to do any such thing. Confidence can only get you so far.

With this is mind you were liable to not pay much attention. Toga, on the other hand, vibrated with an intensity that worried you. She seemed incredibly excited about this. But this guy? His quirk was boring. Strength. A dime a dozen kind of guy. Those hero schools pumped this kind of hero out by the hundreds.

Boring.

Well, maybe Toga could just take him. She seemed to care very little about how the target bit it. The hero was a tall man with a muscular physique. He was older than most. A late bloomer - or maybe even a late boomer. He had bleached blonde hair and a disgusting cyan spandex number. He leaned over the counter of a ramen shop with a lecherous grin, the younger woman manning the place looking just as disgusted as you.
“Flirt later, asshole,” you complain. Of all the days to get a slow one, it had to be today! It’s freezing.

Toga swings her stocking covered legs from above, a ledge she climbed to observe him. “Aw, but love is for all ages Ash-kun!”

“A man his age should have a wife by now.”

Toga pouts, “Where’s your imagination? He might be a widower!”

“Then let’s send him to his wife already.”

Toga freezes for a moment, processing your retort. She smiles even wider than she usually does, “Ooooh! That’s so CUTE! I wonder if she’ll get mad at him for hitting on other women?”

He’s still there, still failing in his attempts to secure the woman. You sigh and jump up to join Toga. It’s not comfortable, but it’s better than standing around for twenty minutes. “Whatcha’ thinking about?”

“Personal stuff.”

“The kind of personal stuff you can tell your bestie?” You glance over, the blonde devil flapping her eyes in an attempt to get you to tell her. You look away again, for some reason you don’t want her to see you looking. She won’t leave you alone until she hears it, so you relent.

“I was just thinking about how stupid quirks are.”

“Huh? Quirks…”

“Yeah, quirks. What’s the point? Do you think they made anybody better off for having them?”

“Well, All Might is super-duper mega rich!”

“What’s stopping him from getting rich normally?”

Toga starts counting with her fingers, “Luck, skill, family connections, education…”

“That’s not the point, if quirks weren’t around; there’d still be rich people, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nods.

“And, if people didn’t have quirks, they’d still commit crimes and get in fights.”

“Definitely,” she closes her eyes and nods in a cruel imitation of a sage look.

“What’s the point in having them?”

“Hm. Well, if that’s true, then there isn’t any! But…”

“But?”

“There isn’t a way to get rid of them! That’s the way things are, not everything has a point.” That’s probably the most profound thing you’ve ever heard her say. You’re actually a bit surprised.

You pick up a piece of shattered brick and toss it across the way. “There was a time before them though.”

“I guess,” Toga shrugs. “But I don’t know if it hurt me or helped me.”

“It hurt me, I’m aware of that.”

“I feel better than I’ve ever felt! Before I joined the league, it was all, gross! She’s eating that bird, or whatever. Now I can learn whatever I want.”

The target has… moved onto eating some ramen. Maybe he’ll move soon. And you can finally finish this job. “Toga, if you had a button that could take away all of the quirks in the world, would you push it?”

Toga frowns, “Hm. I think I’d keep things the way they are!”

“Why?”

“It’s like you said Ash-kun, would anything change? We’d still fight, people would still judge. I super-duper like my quirk too! It’s part of who I am!” You walked right into that one; she’s right. You wind up to ask her why she likes her quirk so much, but the target puts down his bowl and tosses some change at the frustrated cashier.

“He’s moving.”

“Let’s stab him good!” From profound to murderous in a second, Toga is a poet.

You tail him through the streets of the prefecture. This isn’t the middle of Tokyo but it’s still pretty busy at peak hours. The league had chosen this as the perfect spot, halfway between idiocy and the conventional strategy. It was the kind of place that most people would overlook for being too close, but it was so low-key that people could go in and out without problems.

He, being stupid, was closer to finding the place than anybody else. At the pace he was going it’d take him years still. Even if he found the right building, getting into the correct unit was another thing on top.

He turns into a less populated alley. Sensing an opportunity, you jog closer and peer around the corner. Your heart jumps into your throat as he stares right at you. “Aha! I knew you youngsters were following me!”

You pull Toga out with you and approach the man as he preforms a side chest. Does he just flex mid-conversation like this or was it an attempt at intimidation? You can’t tell. His tone betrays how he feels. “Now, young man, young lady, would you mind telling me what you’re doing?”

You slip into lies like a pair of old gloves, “It’s just… I’m a huge fan! I live in the area and really wanted to see you in action. Sorry,” you bow your head. As you stand you notice that he’s closed some of the distance between you.

“That’s good, I always have time for my fans I was just suspicious that you were lookouts for a gang or something. Be careful! Some of the heroes around here can be more intense than me.”

Some of them are downright murderous. You know. You pull out a piece of paper from your pocket, crumpled from being in there for a few weeks. “Could I get your autograph?”

He smiles, the wrinkles around his mouth making his age clear. “Of course, I’d be happy to.” Pulling out a pen he takes the paper and smooths it out on his leg. “What’s your name son?”

“Well, most people call me Ash.”

“Wha-“

You disperse yourself. You’re everywhere around him at once, a flowing and undulating mass of black smoke and particles. He drops the pen and flails wildly, but in this form, he can’t hurt you with physical strikes. Toga had once asked you to describe the sensation of dismantling yourself like this, but you couldn’t. How do you put such a thing into words that another can understand?

It’s as natural as breathing. Not being anywhere.

He wails in pain as Toga sinks her knife into his left leg, forcing him to take a knee. You wrap a half-formed arm around his neck and pull back. You know that it won’t work, there’s no pressure or force you can use like this; but he doesn’t. He tries to wrestle the limb, paying little attention to the gremlin stabbing him in the stomach repeatedly, a demented smile on her face.

His struggles grow weaker, and slower, his super-strength brought to heel by a surprise attack from the two of you. He collapses, a pool of blood mixing with fresh rainwater. Toga hops on the heels of her feet, humming to herself.

“Hurry up and get your fill Toga. I need to get rid of his body.” His screams will have drawn attention from somewhere. This city had a hero on every corner. Toga takes the hint and starts draining a vial of blood using her needle. With it secured, you lean down and burn his body away to nothing.

“You know something Ash-kun, your quirk is a lot like Shigaraki’s.”

“I’ve never seen him use it.”

“He can melt anything! Like pshwwwww!” Toga’s onomatopoeia leaves something to be desired. You pull her by the cardigan and escape from the alleyway.

---

Tomura slouches on his bar stool. “No problems?”

“Nope!” Toga dances around the floor of the bar. “We followed him, stabbed him and burned him! But I don’t like older guys, he wasn’t cute at all! What a waste.” Toga stuck her tongue out and fell over the back of the sofa.

Tomura looked at you, scratching his scarred neck. “Game clear. You’re good at this. Don’t get too cocky. They’ll be looking for the body.” You knew that much. There’d be a manhunt on in the prefecture for a month or so. Until they found some evidence that you were there and declared him dead.

Toga looks up from playing with the balls on the pool table. “That rhymed!”

Tomura’s eye twitches. “Now, please get her out of my hair for a few hours.”

“But she’s been staying at my place for, a week?” You’re not even sure anymore, there’s never a moment of privacy when she’s in your studio.

“Then Magne can look after her, I don’t care.”

“Nee-san isn’t here,” Toga said in a sing-song tone of voice. “Hey, Ash-kun, let’s go get something to eat!” She slips her arm around yours and drags you to the door.
You’re going to have to pay again. Nobody here has a part-time job.