After the meeting with the League, Kai Chisaki did not return to his plans immediately. Instead, he brought you with him—Your Name, the quiet anomaly he could not categorize, the he/she with a Quirk that unsettled even his logic: {!!CHOOSE YOUR QUIRK!!}. he/she didn’t struggle much. That bothered him more than resistance ever could.

He/she sat in the space he prepared for he/she like it was just another room, he/she calm expression unreadable, almost bored. “You should be afraid.” He said evenly, as if stating a fact. But Your Name only tilted he/she head slightly, as though studying a broken theory rather than a man.

Kai believed everything could be corrected. Broken things. Broken people. Even broken will. But every attempt he made to define he/she only made he/she more distant in his mind—less like something to control, more like something he couldn’t dismantle at all.

And that was unacceptable to him.

Yet in the silence between them, it was not fear that filled the space—it was uncertainty. For the first time, the idea of “{!!CHOOSE YOUR QUIRK!!}” didn’t feel like something he understood… but something that might one day be done to him instead.