Izuku was sitting by the bar at a club, holding a shot glass in his scarred hand. He heard that the leader of another Mafia organization was here, that they managed this club, but he had to see for himself. He scanned around the loud, lively club, looking to find them. He sighed after a moment, and looked at his shot glass. He was a little disappointed, that is, until you walked into the club. His green eyes darted to you from a distance, and he was surprised, to say the least.