6 Chapter 5

Aizawa POV

"WHAT?!" Endeavor screamed, almost setting the ceiling on fire in his rage.

"What's wrong? Too scared to act as bait?" Mic taunted him, wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk.

Endeavor shot a glare towards Mic and if looks could kill he would've died 100 times over.

"Who knew Endeavor could have such fragile and toxic masculinity." Nemuri chortled

He glared at her then grumbled, sitting back down in his chair.

"Alright back to the task at hand," Nezu began breaking the tension, "Even if this villain is rumored to be ruthless and has killed countless people, this is our best option. Your family will be relocated temporarily to keep them out of danger and we will have the best pros to protect you and to capture this villain before things can get out of hand. We will also have back up plans in case things get sticky as an extra precaution."

Endeavor hummed.

"Alright everyone," Nezu said loudly to get everyone's attention, "Now we have just under a week to formulate a plan and make preparations, we cannot waste any more time."

First POV

Ha, this gear works like a charm. I mean did you see how I evaded Eraserhead! It worked perfectly! The speed was consistent, there were no lags in the reaction time, and zero malfunctions while retracting the wires!

As I snuck my way back into the abandoned building I call home I patted my jacket pocket. I always keep a list of my victims on me to cross off their names. As I patted my many compartments, panic raced through my mind.

"No, no, no, no, where is it!?" I muttered under my breath. My dark grey eyes trailing over every pocket, every compartment of my costume trying to find the paper. After what seemed like hours of searching the realization came to mind, "Oh no did I drop it during my run-in with Eraserhead!?"

Many different things racked my brain, did he find it, did he not find it, did he notice if fall out? I gripped my hair. Of fucking course he noticed it he's fucking Eraserhead for god's sake!

I took deep breaths in and out. You see my personality and brain are different from what people would perceive as normal. My brain is always contradicting and not to mention the flips in emotions and moods. Sometimes I feel nothing at all, like I'm numb or have no emotion, and other times my emotions spiral out of control and I can't make sense of them. I was taught to keep my emotions in check so wherever they are about to get out of hand, I control them.

After a couple of minutes, I began to think rationally, "Ok so with his skill level there is a 94.7% chance he saw the paper slip out of my pocket, an 76.9% chance he found it, and if he did find it then the chances of heroes interfering with my plans and will try to capture me are 100%," I began to mumble to myself as I paced. It's a habit I picked up since I have no one to talk to. Finally, I came to a conclusion, "Alright the best course of action is to take at least ten needles with a highly potent sedative that works instantly. I could probably buy that from my friend in the underground. I don't want to kill and of the heroes other than Endeavor so I should probably stick to only having one deadly needle on hand. I can't change my plans up too much cause there would be too many factors and unknown factors to calculate. I need to just take precautions and be more careful when I go to accomplish my mission."

I began to prepare more sedatives. The drugs themselves would take around four days to complete. I hope things don't get too chaotic. I may be a killer, but I only kill those who deserve it and I don't want killing an innocent person on my conscience.

I sighed, "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

*the next day still first POV*

My alarm rang loudly in my ear at 6:00 am. I have a job at a cat cafe. It was a new one in town and I have experience working at a cafe and I love cats. Most people don't like them cause one moment they'll want to rub against your leg, then the next they'll try to claw your eyes out, but that's what makes them so great. They're independent and don't need as much care and attention as dogs, and when you cuddle them, it's like you're hugging a ball of a cloud. Plus, they don't give a shit about who you're, you rub them the wrong way, then they are your enemy for life.

I lazily got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I took a quick shower in hopes of waking me up, it didn't. Sighing at my failed attempt to grasp some energy, I walked out of the shower, dried myself off, and brushed my teeth. I never really eat breakfast, I guess it's just a habit at this point.

I quickly changed into a casual pair of black jeans, black and white shoes, and a casual light grey shirt with the words "I don't care" written on the front. The cafe I worked at was only open Monday - Friday and I only worked three days a week since one, the manager is pretty chill, and two because I only need to work at least 30 hours a week. I work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 8:00 am to 6:00 pm sometimes 8:00 if I'm feeling up to it or if no one else is there.

I quickly tied my hair up in a half up half down style with some pieces framing my face and grabbed my phone. I stole it from a store a couple of months back. After yawning one last time. I snuck out of the building and headed over to my workplace. It wasn't too far away from where I'm staying, I would say about two or three blocks. I walked in the cool morning breeze. It felt nice on my face. I smiled slightly as I walked in silence.

I made it to the cafe about 30 minutes before it was supposed to open, so I took this opportunity to make myself a coffee to give me some energy and to also take care of the cats. All the cats were either stray, from a shelter, or just cats people couldn't afford to care for anymore. I'm actually called the cat whisperer here because even the meanest cats that don't like anyone seemed to love me. I walked into the back room where all the cats were kept while no one was here, cleaned out the litter boxes since it was the start of a new week, gave them all food and water. Many were following me while others kept brushing against my legs and purring. How the cafe was set up was so there were some small tables set up near the windows and along the walls, and there was a huge cat tower set in the middle of the area with toys and places for the cats. Although it took a lot of sweat, blood, and tears, all the cats were trained to not hope on the tables or counters, though we still had some that did it anyway.

It was about 5 minutes until opening time so I let all the cats roam free and do what they want, washed my hands, and put on an apron and my name clip. The alias I go by is Alex Kurosaki. Even though most people have forgotten what happened all those years ago, you can never be too careful.

Once it hit 8:00 I turned the sign and braced myself for the day.

All in all, it went well, at around noon Akira walked in and began helping out. He was the one with a sociable personality so he would always be the one to check up on customers to see if everything is to their liking. Plus, he makes the best pastries so he's the main supplier or the muffins, cupcakes, brownies, and so on

It was one hour until the end of my shift and today was pretty boring until I saw two specific people come in.

"Come on Shota it'll be fun! This cat cafe has been here for a couple of months and we can finally go, you gotta be at least kind of excited," cheery voice number one said.

I only heard a faint grumbled from the other man as they neared the counter, I looked up to see the Present Mic and Eraserhead in civilian clothes standing right in front of me. I was shocked for a second but recovered swiftly. I smiled slightly and greeted, "Hello, welcome to the Lavender Cat Cafe, how could I help you?"

Mic smiled in my direction and said, "One iced vanilla latte with a shot of espresso and one black coffee."

They paid for the coffee and I smiled warmly, "Name?"

"Hisashi."

"Alright coming right up!"

Present Mic POV

After we made our orders we walked over to the huge cat tower at the center of the room. There were at least twenty cats on that thing! Two orange cats came up to me while a black one, a brown one, and a white one walked up to Shota. He smiled slightly as we bent down to pet them. They nuzzled their heads into our hands and legs while purring. I looked over at Shota who looked in absolute bliss. The daylight on his face with his hair tied back while smiling so warmly just always makes my heart quicken. Even though we've been married for around five years already that warm smile will never not be adorable.

"Order for Hisashi!" the person behind the counter yelled.

I walked over to grab the drinks while mouthing a thank you to the worker who nodded and went back to work. I dragged Shota away from the cats as we walked over to a table. We chatted and made conversation while letting the cats sit on our lap. After about 15 minutes we heard the person shout from behind the counter, "Hey Akira, I'm gonna hang out with the cats before I leave, could you come over to the counter!?"

"Sure!" a male voice yelled.

The worker went into the back room and then walked back out from behind the counter. As soon as the worker came out and stepped into the main area, all the cats including the ones that were on our laps swarmed and rushed to them. They laughed as the cats climbed up their legs and were whining for attention.

"That's surprising, most of those cats wouldn't spare us a second glance," I thought.

When they realized we were looking they apologized startled, "O-Oh I'm sorry for stealing your cats away, they have a habit of swarming me." They rubbed the back of their neck sheepishly.

However, when they did look up at us I felt Shota tense and he seemed a bit more anxious. I glanced his way giving him a look saying "Are you ok?" he returned with one saying "Yeah, I'll tell you later."

I looked back at the stranger and walked over. Some of the cats became protective of them while others moved out of the way.

"Hey guys it's ok, he isn't going to harm me or you," they said sweetly facing the cats. The cats became more relaxed and I sat down on the floor, at some point Shota came over and sat next to me.

"That's so cool how all the cats calmed down at your words, it's like you're a cat whisperer!" I exclaimed, keeping my quirk in check.

They smiled, "That's what everyone who works here calls me. I honestly don't know why either, they just always seem so comfortable around me. It might be because I've been here since the place opened though they aren't like this with any of the other employees, even the manager."

I laughed, "If I may ask what's your name? We might be coming to this place often and from the looks of it you seem like you work here often."

They looked up at me, a bit of hesitation crossed their features, but in a second it was gone, "Alex, Alex Kurosaki."

They held out their hand for me to shake and I gladly took it. But their face, it looked uncertain, hesitant, and a bit worried?

"They're lying," I thought.

I looked over at Shota and I could tell he was thinking the same thing by the ever so slight arch in his eyebrow. After a bit of small talk, they had to leave and waved goodbye and we decided to do the same.

Once we got in the care I asked Shota, "Why did you get tense at first around them?"

He sighed a bit before answering, "I don't know I just feel like I've seen them before and you saw the hesitation when we asked about their name. I'm probably just overreacting."

I hummed, "Let's just go back home and get changed and ready for patrol."

"Alright."