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heroes-among-us-all · 8 months

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A Perfect Match

summary: Chisaki isn't looking forward to meeting his soulmate, at least not until he discovers that you are Quirkless.

tags: soulmate!au, fluff, fem!reader

It’s just so annoying. Even though he’s lived with it all his life, Chisaki swears he’ll never get used to seeing that godforsaken timer counting down. It’s always there, in the corner of his periphery, and it only ever disappears when he shuts his eyes and lets everything fade to black.

A soulmate mark. That’s what it’s called. People have different variations of it—some know the first words their soulmate will ever speak to them, some have a red string tying them to their soulmate that only they can see, and others, like him, have been stuck with a timer since birth that tells him how much longer until he meets his soulmate for the first time.

And based on how much time is remaining, it looks like he’ll be meeting his soulmate today.

Chisaki isn’t excited. If anything, he’s dreading the encounter, and he just wishes it would hurry up and be over with. At least then, the timer will disappear, and it’ll be one less thing grating at his nerves. He doesn’t believe in the phenomenon of soulmates, he has no desire for trifling matters such as love, and for a man who loathes being touched, he can’t imagine it would work out anyhow.

Much of the day goes as planned. He helps Pops with some paperwork, cleans up the office to keep all those pesky germs away, and Chisaki briefly wonders how he’ll even meet you, since he intends on staying home all day.

“Chisaki,�� Pops suddenly says. “Would you mind going out into town and buying me a few things? I wrote a list of what I need.”

Ah. So, that’s how.

“Of course,” Chisaki nods, and he puts on his jacket before slipping his shoes on by the door. “I’ll be back soon. It won’t take long.”

Seriously, it really won’t. Regardless of the fact that he’s going to run into you, he has no intention of staying and chatting. He’s going to reject you right on the spot. Soulmates aren’t real, anyways. What a stupid notion, to think that someone’s greatest love can be predetermined.

Chisaki adjusts his mask more tightly, then steps outside. He reaches the store quickly enough, and although he hates having to touch things that countless strangers have laid hands on, his gloves provide him with a thin layer of protection from all the filth.

He tracks down everything he needs at a steady pace, and as he reaches for the very last item on his list, someone else reaches for it at the exact same time.

Immediately, Chisaki recoils, and he manages to avoid touching a stranger’s hand. But right as he’s biting back the urge to grimace, he realizes that the timer—the same timer he’s had all his life—his finally disappeared.

Ah.

So, it’s you. Chisaki turns his head to the side and finds himself looking at a young woman, who is staring back at him wide-eyed and breathless. He has a pretty good idea of what’s going on in your head. You must have realized it, too.

After more than two decades, he’s finally met his soulmate.

You’re pretty. Chisaki can at least admit that much. You have nice features, you dress in a way that suggest you care about your appearance, and you have a pleasant, clean scent, which means that you take personal hygiene seriously—thank god.

But all that being said, Chisaki still has no desire to strike up a relationship with you. He doesn’t enjoy being around people. He can’t even bear to touch people, not counting Pops, who is his family. Not to mention that he’s part of the yakuza, and from what he gleams, you seem to be an average citizen.

There’s just no reality in which this would ever work out.

“U-Um,” you stammer, visibly nervous. “Are you...? I mean, um... it’s you, right? You must be my... soulmate.”

It’s a bit endearing how flustered you are, and for a moment, Chisaki feels slightly guilty about what he’s going to do.

Still. It’s better to tell you the truth now rather than let you get your hopes up.

“The timer,” Chisaki nods. “I have it too. Well, I did have it. Up until a few seconds ago, at least.”

A smile blooms across your lips, and it tugs at his heartstrings a bit, because goodness, you really are adorable.

“I knew it!” you beam. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is really happening! I’m so excited! But I guess that was pretty obvious, haha. Sorry. I’m going to try to calm down now, but it’s just—this is just so—”

Chisaki raises a hand. “Before you say anything else, I need to let you know that I have no interest in pursuing a relationship with you.”

It only takes a second for your expression to sink.

“...what?” you mumble softly. “But... we’re soulmates. I thought that means we’re supposed to be together for the rest of our lives. I didn’t mean that we should start dating right away, but at the very least, if we could start by getting to know each other...”

“I’m sorry,” Chisaki says. “I don’t have much interest in romance. I prefer to keep to myself, and frankly, I’m not even sure I believe in soulmates. It all seems far too convenient. It was nice meeting you, but we’ll have to leave it here.”

By the looks of things, you’re on the verge of tears. Chisaki isn’t a very emotional person, but he can’t fault you for getting your hopes up. This must have been something you’d been looking forward to for many, many years. If only your soulmate was someone else. It’s a pity. You seem like a very nice woman, and he hopes that you’ll find happiness one way or another. Just not with him.

You swallow hard, just barely managing to hold back your tears. “I... understand. I’m sorry. I came into this with all these expectations, but I never stopped to think that the other person might not have been as excited as I was. I guess I was just really hopeful. I’m Quirkless, so... people have always thought less of me. I figured my soulmate would like me no matter what, but we’re pretty much strangers, so I don’t know what I was thinking. Anyways, I’m sorry again for bothering you. I’d ask your name, but it would probably just make the whole thing more painful.”

You turn to leave, but in that moment, Chisaki’s eyes have gone completely wide.

What did she just say?

“Wait!” he cries out, and you reel to a halt, surprised by the outburst.

Now it’s Chisaki’s turn to swallow. The roof of his mouth feels dry and uncomfortable, and he worries that perhaps his ears deceived him.

“You’re Quirkless,” he breathes. “Is that... really true?”

“I’m not sure who would lie about something like that,” you chuckle weakly. “It’s not exactly something to be proud of.”

Wrong. You don’t even know just how wrong you are.

In a world teeming with filth and sickness, those who haven’t been contaminated by the Quirk pandemic are a rarity. People like you are unblemished and pure, and...

Shit. Chisaki is starting to believe that soulmates might be the real deal, after all.

“It’s okay not to have a Quirk,” he says, and it’s insane how fast his heart is beating now. “No. It’s better not to have a Quirk. I much prefer it that way.”

You press your lips together. “Are you making fun of me right now? Listen, I said I was sorry for bothering you—”

“I’m not making fun of you. I’m being completely serious. Quirks... I’ve never liked them. Just the thought of them makes me sick.” He pauses, inhales sharply to collect himself, then lets out a heavy sigh. “The reason I turned you away is because I thought it would be impossible for us to have a relationship. I break out into hives the moment anyone touches me. I distance myself from people, and the thought of being intimate with someone has always repulsed me. And Quirks are largely to blame for that, because Quirks are a mutation. A disease. That’s why I didn’t think we had a chance. But now that you say you’re Quirkless... I’m starting to think differently.”

You arch a brow, and it’s clear that you don’t understand where he’s coming from. Fuck. He hopes he isn’t scaring you off. He’s finally, finally found someone who he has an actual chance of being with, and he doesn’t want to ruin this.

“If you don’t mind... would it be alright if I held your hand?” Chisaki asks breathlessly.

Once again, you stare back at him in confusion, but it thankfully doesn’t look like you’re opposed to it. You reach out a hand, slow and hesitant, and at the same time, Chisaki peels off on his gloves, letting his skin breathe free.

When your fingers meet his own, he lets out a soft gasp. Not out of disgust, not out of apprehension, but out of sheer relief.

No hives. No uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

You aren’t sick like the rest, which means he can touch you to his heart’s content.

Chisaki would have liked to hold your hand for much, much longer, but out of fear of scaring you off, he reluctantly lets go and gives you some space.

“I just wanted to confirm something,” he mumbles. “If it’s you... I’m able to touch you just fine. I don’t get sick. It looks like we’re soulmates for a reason.”

The look in your eyes is far from judgmental, and when you finally muster up your next words, Chisaki can hear a little hiccup catch in your throat.

“So... you really don’t mind that I’m Quirkless?” you ask.

“Not at all. It’s just the opposite. I feel comfortable around you precisely because you’re Quirkless. That must be why we were fated to meet. Because we’re a perfect match.”

Chisaki has never flirted a day in his damn life, but something he said must have tickled your fancy, because you blush and shyly avert your gaze.

“I was really worried there for a moment,” you mumble. “It sounded like you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Chisaki frowns. “I was too quick to judge. I’m very particular about certain things, and I thought there was no chance. But I was mistaken. And if you’re still open to it... I would love the opportunity to get to know you better. Starting with your name. Would you mind telling me your name?”

“I’m [Name],” you reply, and you flash him another bright, genuine smile. God, he swears he’s already fallen in love with that smile.

“It suits you. I’m Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.” He takes a moment to think it through, and then, he does something he’s never done before in public.

He removes his mask so that you can see his entire face.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wow. Chisaki, you’re so handsome! I didn’t realize my soulmate would be so gorgeous. Now I can’t help but feel self-conscious by comparison...”

“I appreciate the compliment,” he chuckles. “But you’re beautiful. I thought so even before I found out you were Quirkless.”

He watches, with great delight, as you blush yet again. You’re just so adorable. He never thought he would be thanking his lucky stars for having a soulmate mark, let alone one that caused him endless frustration for more than twenty years, but here he is.

“I was going to head straight home after running some errands for my old man, but how about we sit outside somewhere and chat for a while?” he asks hopefully.

Your smile returns, this time, wider than ever.

“Sure!”

As it turns out, Chisaki doesn’t get back home until much, much later, and he finds Pops waiting for him with his arms crossed.

“Chisaki,” Pops frowns. “What was the hold-up? You’re usually so efficient when it comes to these things. I was expecting you back hours ago.”

Normally, Chisaki would have apologized at great length for inconveniencing Pops. He is, after all, the man that brought him and raised him as his own. He loves and cherishes him, and will do anything in his power to repay him.

But right now, Chisaki is up in cloud nine.

“I met my soulmate,” he says, setting the shopping bags down. “Sorry, Pops. We got to talking for a while.”

“Oh?” Pops lifts a brow, and tries—but fails—to hide his smirk. “But I thought you said you wanted nothing to do with them. You told me you didn’t believe in such things.”

“Well, I changed my mind.”

“I’ve never known you to be the type to do that. You’re stubborn to a fault. But I’m not complaining. It sounds like you’ve turned over a new leaf. So, then, tell me about this soulmate of yours.”

For the second time that same day, Chisaki removes his mask—and it’s so that Pops can see his ear-splitting grin.

“She’s perfect.”

#my hero academia #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #mha imagines #overhaul x reader #bnha overhaul #bnha chisaki #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #fluff #mha oneshot #bnha villains #soulmates #mha x reader #bnha x reader #romance

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demidokuriya · 14 days

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You know, I suddenly remembered that Chisaki had one distinct characteristic: he hated dirt, and as soon as it got on his skin, he tried to wipe it off as quickly as possible.

Now that I've learned that Decay is essentially half of Chisaki's quirk, I'm wondering if Shigaraki's "allergy" is because Chisaki's quirk makes the quirk user's skin too sensitive or something, and that's why Chisaki, knowing about this, he always tried to avoid dirt, while Shigaraki ignored external irritants and therefore his skin constantly itched.

Also, I decided to re-read the Overhaul arc, and I saw a comment on one of the pages written 4 years ago, which said that Chisaki and Shigaraki's quirks were suspiciously similar to each other. Now, knowing what we know, it's ironic to see something like this. Some people simply guessed this plot twist from the very beginning.

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anime-as-textposts · 3 months

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chisakifiles · 1 month

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everybody say happy birthday chisaki

#bnha #bnha overhaul #mha overhaul #overhaul #治崎廻 #mha kai chisaki #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #chisaki #mha chisaki #bnha chisaki #chisaki overhaul

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raitonsfw · 2 months

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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Chisaki had some time before his sadistic ordeals, leaving you planted on his thigh with a towel underneath you. How long could you last as you rutted against him, his hand welting against your ass to show his dominance over you? Not long, you deemed.

warnings: 18+ mdni, sut, fem!reader, whipped!reader, mean!chisaki, thigh riding, spanking, hand marks, masochism, commands, dirty talk (moreso mocking), edging/orgasm denial, use of chisaki's quirk (to stop reader from touching herself), thoughts of dirtying chisaki (reader gets off on it), chisaki's very much in character with his germaphobia, pet name-ish (pretty pet), lot going on in such a tiny word count oops.

a/n: this was one of my FAVORITE thirsts to write, holy crap; I fucking adore this man, ive watched the shie hassaikai arc sooo many times. its by far my favorite arc ever of my hero academia alongside the current manga arc. i was screaming with joy when i saw the chisaki thirst come in, hehe. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“You’re lucky to be sitting on my lap right now…” Chisaki sneered and honestly, you were lucky; even if he did lay a towel down against his thigh so he wouldn’t itch with insanity. His plague mask rendered useless to you, all you wanted to do was pull it off and actually see him speak in his uttered tone but you knew he wouldn’t allow your hand to so much as raise if you did so.

“Pretty pet, am I right? Go on, use my thigh sweetheart.” He commanded wryly, his gloved palms hovering over your body but he didn’t dare touch.

You had been stripped down to your lace panties, a long black shirt covering the swell of your ass and you felt so exposed in the cold room he had you cornered in. It was downtime for him, something he so desperately needed and lucky for you, he brought you along to keep him company. What you didn’t expect was to beg for his attention and ultimately end up on his lap, your cunt dripping onto the pristine towel that covered his lap.

You wonder how fast he’d throw you off if it was his bare thigh, the slick soaking through his trouser’s fabric and you felt yourself start to move against his thigh at the thought of it. You wanted to get him dirty, the lace of your undergarments rubbing deliciously against your clit and you let out a quiet moan. As you grinded against him, he watched with molten eyes that glistened with every move you made. His eyelashes stuck out in your vision and you averted your gaze from him, a deep blush spreading against your cheeks.

“Oh, shy aren’t we? C’mon, you can do better than that…” Chisaki’s gloved hand came down, striking you hard against the flesh of your ass and you yelped out– holy fuck, he actually touched you. “Go faster, doll.”

You wanted him to touch you again– your cunt sliding directly against his thigh now and you so desperately wanted to lay your arms on him and just take it, but what would that even get you? Disassembled and rearranged to your heart’s content, the thought pillowing your mind as you sped up your movements. The ache of your cunt against his thigh made you woozy and you felt your orgasm rushing towards you, the dull pleasure building between your thighs.

You could feel yourself trembling against his leg and a harsh sigh breathed above you as you started to drag your pussy in tight circles, dredging up any type of friction you could get. You were mad, you thought– pure mad as you snuck your hand down towards the front of your panties but Chisaki’s quirk was faster and he reassembled your hand back where it should’ve been in the first place– behind your back and unable to move. You yelped at the sting from the use of his quirk, but were thankful he didn’t use it for bad intentions; just to rein you in from your impending orgasm.

This only accelerated the heat that threatened to swallow you whole, a simpered smile casting over your face and you were so so close to cumming all over his leg– such cleanliness about to be deduced to nothing but a muddled mess. Your high raced up your spine and you let out a string of whimpers, his name falling from your lips as you felt the coil pull and–

His palm stopped you, a loud smack echoing off the bland walls.

“Ah, enough. Slow down.” Chisaki instructed, a bit of paranoia seeded within his voice and he brought his hand down again, this time leaving a welted mark and you jumped– no, relished at the pain that bit at your ass harshly. “I didn’t say you could cum all over me, now did I? Know your place, Y/N.”

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goathico · 8 months

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Dabihaul

Attached to the twt version was a short writing:

This constant need to be clean, rid of all disease, plagued by my own humanity, a single stroke could break me.

But just this once...

Just this once...

#kisses #kiss #dabihaul #bnha dabi #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi mha #overhaul bnha #Overhaul #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha chisaki #bnha touya #toya todoroki #Dabi x overhaul #sketch

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i-need-chisaki-redemption-arc · 21 days

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because i need to be reminded everyday 😭

#kai chisaki #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha chisaki #mha chisaki #mha #bnha #chisaki overhaul #water

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arsvnist · 1 month

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happy birthdayyyy chisakiiiiii mwah

#arsvnsart #chisaki kai #chisaki #bnha overhaul #bnha #bnha chisaki #kai chisaki #mha chisaki #mha overhaul #overhaul #digital art #ibispaint art #anime art #digital fanart #fan art

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snekusneku · 3 months

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i call this au "00s" cuz these two are just two desperate dudes trying to survive in the early 2000s... in fact im a little shy to talk about some au outside of the chat with friends but i can add that kai and touya met at a club absolutely drunk and stupid :> and they met in clubs for a long time without having each other's numbers constantly forgetting names (in fact only kai forgot touya's name) but they had fun alone with each other every time they met :))))

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sukustar · 1 year

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Me lately:

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grenzlinie17 · 1 year

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『親父に謝りたい』

"I want to apologize to him"

。。。

#chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha #overhaul #chisaki overhaul #bnha chisaki #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #mha #anime #bnha overhaul #Fanart #Illustration #manga #spoiler #bnha fanart #mha fanart

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heroes-among-us-all · 1 year

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INFATUATION - Yandere!Chisaki Kai x Quirkless!Reader

Sickness was inescapable. No matter where Chisaki looked, it was there. Thanks to the disgusting malady known as Quirks, the whole world was practically teeming with it.

I shouldn’t be here.

Chisaki scrunched up his nose as he waited in line, putting as much distance possible between himself and the other customers. He had a splitting headache and was in desperate need of coffee, but it was starting to feel like it wasn’t worth it. If only he’d been closer to home, then he wouldn’t have even thought to expose himself to all this chatter and filth.

Thankfully, the mask he wore was enough to intimidate most of the other customers, and they were wary of giving him his space. He’d also been glaring at them with visible murderous intent, which probably helped.

He eventually made it to the front counter, where a young woman with a pretty smile greeted him.

“Hello,” you beamed. “What can I get for you today?”

You were beautiful, no question about it, but that alone wasn’t enough to break through Chisaki’s mysophobia. The thought of being touched by anyone other than Pops made him shudder in revulsion. Every person he met was sick. Just because you were rather easy on the eyes didn’t make that any less true.

“A small coffee,” Chisaki muttered. “Make it black. I don’t care for sugary things.”

You nodded happily. “Sure thing. And what name can I put down for your order?”

For a moment, he considered giving you the alias he’d taken on since becoming the leader of the Shie Hassaikai —Overhaul—but he supposed using his villain name so carelessly might arouse some suspicion.

“Just Chisaki is fine.”

It was a name he’d discarded of for the most part, and when he uttered the syllables, he couldn’t help but feel they sounded a bit foreign.

Perhaps he had made the right choice though, because your pleasant smile grew even wider after the fact.

“That’s a lovely name,” you complimented, then rung the order in and accepted his payment. “It’ll be ready soon. Thank you!”

Chisaki couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you, which is why is was such a shame. A shame that you were just as diseased as everyone else.

Or so he’d thought.

“Damn, [Name], you’re still working here?” an arrogant voice chuckled cruelly. “I thought they would’ve fired your Quirkless ass by now.”

Quirkless...?

Chisaki felt his brows lift. Instinctively, he turned back towards the counter and found that a group of people appeared to be heckling you—if your bitter expression was any indication.

Your beautiful smile was nowhere to be found. “Can I please take your order?” you frowned. “There are other customers still waiting.”

Needless to say, the people bullying you didn’t relent, not for a single moment. They made a big show of uttering all sorts of vile insults, and Chisaki could see the way your shoulders were trembling as you desperately tried to retain your composure.

They’re a bunch of idiots. She’s the normal one, not them. I can’t believe they would take pride in being diseased.

Chisaki felt as if he’d just found a goldmine. He’d finally met someone who struck his fancy, and not only that, but you were Quirkless. You were free of the malady that plagued the vast majority of the population.

He would be an idiot not to act.

“You’re making a fool of yourselves,” he sneered, stepping closer to them. He normally hated to get near anyone, but in the interest of intimidating these assholes, he supposed he had no choice. “I suggest you walk away before you embarrass yourselves any further. You’re holding up the line and getting on everyone’s nerves. Disease-ridden scum.”

“Huh?” the ringleader of the crew scoffed. “What’s your deal, douchebag? We can say whatever the hell we want. It’s a free country.”

As much as Chisaki hated Quirks, his Quirk was entirely necessary if he wanted to purge this world and rid it of its filth. If he so desired, he could kill these morons on the spot, but that would hardly be a smart move. Besides, he didn’t want to risk scaring you off.

He was still going to kill them, though. Just not right now.

As it turned out, they were the type to talk a big game, but didn’t have the guts to follow through with their words. All it took was one violent glare from Chisaki’s golden eyes, and they seemed to buckle under the pressure.

“Leave,” he demanded. “Get the hell out of here before I make you regret it.”

They exchanged nervous glances before letting out a series of huffs and storming out of the store. What a bunch of cowards. He could have killed them all with his eyes closed.

Once they were gone, he turned back towards you.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “It sounded like they knew you. Does this sort of thing happen regularly?”

You strained a smile. “Just some people I used to go to school with. It’s okay. I know they’re just trying to get a rise out of me. But thank you for speaking up. That was really nice of you. Oh, and... your order’s ready, by the way.”

You slid the coffee over to him, and Chisaki wasn’t exactly sure what possessed him, but he went out of his way to ensure that his gloved fingers brushed against yours as he grabbed the cup. You didn’t have a Quirk, after all, which meant that you weren’t sick like the others.

Even though I touched her, I don’t have any hives.

You couldn’t see it because of his mask, but Chisaki was smiling. His spur-of-the-moment decision to come here had really paid off.

“I realize you’re working right now, but would you be willing to give me your number?” he asked. “I find you to be incredibly beautiful, and the fact that you’re Quirkless doesn’t bother me. In fact, I prefer it that way.”

Red hues burst across your cheeks, and you timidly bowed your head. “Oh, um... thank you,” you said with a shy smile. “I’m very flattered that you think so. I’m pretty sure I’m not really supposed to give out my number while I’m at work, but my shift is close to being over. If you’d like, maybe we could talk for a little while once I’m done?”

Chisaki nodded, feeling his chest swell with excitement. “Yes, that would be perfect, thank you. I’m more than happy to wait.”

True to your word, it didn’t take much longer for your shift to finish. You ended up taking a walk together outside, and Chisaki was so fixated on you that he hardly took any sips of his coffee, which was surely getting cold. He could tell that you were very friendly and open-minded, considering the fact that you’d so readily given him a chance. Perhaps you appreciated that he’d stood up for you. The thought of you being grateful and indebted to him thrilled Chisaki more than he could even put into words.

“This was really nice, but I should probably head home soon,” you admitted. “I need to get some studying done. I have exams coming up soon. But I had a lot of fun! You’re such a nice person, Chisaki. I’m a bit curious, though. Why do you say you’d prefer for someone to be Quirkless?”

“Quirks are a disease,” Chisaki immediately replied. “They are a mutation. Humans didn’t used to possess such powers in the past. What happened to the human species was a massive and detrimental genetic shift. Our bodies are no longer the way they once used to be, natural and unblemished. Quirks are a plague upon humanity.”

“I suppose they are a mutation, but...” You paused, then gave him a puzzled look. “It’s strange. Most people go crazy over Quirks, especially since it’s allowed for so many heroes to surface. To be honest, I’m used to being harassed over the fact that I don’t have a Quirk. It’s my first time meeting someone with a mindset like yours, and I have to admit, it’s really refreshing. You don’t look down on me, and... it means more than I can express.”

She already considers me to be special.

The way you gazed at him with pure adoration in your eyes... Chisaki decided right then and there that he had to make you his.

The first thing he did after you gave him your contact information was to look up anything and everything he could possibly find out about you. He had some of his underlings do some digging on their own end. You let a few details slip while you texted back and forth with him—the name of the university you attended, for instance—and slowly but surely, he was able to piece together the various aspects of your life.

Even though you’d only just met, Chisaki was already infatuated with you. He had never had a such a strong desire to claim someone. He’d never yearned to be touched before, but ever since he’d met you, all he could think of was roaming his hands over every inch of your body, and letting you do the very same to him.

His morality had long since gone out the window ever since he began experimenting on Eri to develop the anti-Quirk bullets, so he didn’t even bat an eye when he started stalking you all the way back to your apartment.

The more you talked, and the more research he did on his own time, the more he learned about you—and good lord, every part of you really was perfect. He could hardly stand this anymore. You’d only just recently become acquaintances, and your relationship surely wasn’t developed enough for you to see him in a romantic light, but Chisaki was tired of waiting. He’d already waited his entire adult life to find someone he was interested in. Enough was enough.

That evening, he broke into your apartment, and you found yourself pinned to the floor by him.

“C-Chisaki?” you stammered nervously. Your eyes were wide and trembling as you gazed up at him. “What’s happening? How... how did you get in? I don’t even think I told you where I lived...”

Instead of gracing you with a response, Chisaki did the thing he’d been yearning to do ever since you’d first met.

He removed his gloves and allowed his bare fingers to sink into your soft flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned. His lower half was throbbing with arousal; it already felt like he was about to burst. “You’re perfect, [Name]. Just perfect. All for me.”

He ran his fingers across every curve of your body, and by now you were already kicking and screaming, begging for him to release you. Tears blurred your vision. You couldn’t seem to understand why he was acting so differently all of a sudden, but you didn’t realize that this was nothing out of the ordinary. These were his true feelings for you, and he was a far more deranged man than you could have possibly known.

Chisaki gripped your wrists with one hand to hold you in place, then used his other hand to remove his mask. You were finally able to see his face in full for the first time. He’d always known he was objectively handsome, so he supposed you must have been quite thrilled with this turn-out.

But you only cried harder.

“Chisaki, please,” you sobbed. “I-I’m really scared. I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I liked you. We were getting to know each other... weren’t we? I promise I won’t cut you out of my life as long as you stop this right now.”

She’s so adorable.

Chisaki couldn’t help but crack a little grin. You were gorgeous when you smiled, but the sight of your pretty face drenched in tears wasn’t half-bad either. He understood why you were a bit surprised, but you would come to terms with things quickly enough. You were interested in him too. That much was obvious. All he was doing was accelerating the process a bit, that’s all.

“You’re exactly the kind of person I’ve been waiting for,” he breathed, cradling your cheek with one hand. He let the weight of his body keep you pressed to the ground, and you squeezed your eyes shut when his face drew closer to yours. “We’re going to be very happy together,” he insisted. “Now that I have you, everything is falling into place. The Shie Hassaikai will rise to its former glory again, and I’ll have the perfect bride through it all.”

Chisaki paused for just a moment, reveling in how utterly helpless you were, then smashed his lips against yours. It was his first kiss, and he was sharing it with the most perfect person. Your lips were so soft and inviting. The way they trembled furiously as your tears fell just turned him on even more.

He groaned into your mouth, plunging his tongue down your throat and forcing you to accept his twisted love. You choked from how forceful he was being. In between your whimpers and uncontrollable shaking, you didn’t have the strength or lucidity to put up a proper fight.

Chisaki eventually broke away from the sloppy kiss, strings of saliva rolling down his chin as he gasped for breath. For a man deprived of touch for so long, it was almost too much stimulation for him to bear.

“Perfect,” he mumbled again. “You’re so perfect, [Name]. I won’t let you get away. You’ll see that we’re meant to be together.”

He grabbed your hand, which was limp and barely able to hold itself up, then pressed your palm down against his boner.

“Now, then,” he said, licking his lips. “How about we make each other feel really good?”

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