You were escorted—rather unexpectedly—into a grand, dimly lit room. The click of polished shoes behind you echoed off marble floors. The bag that had obscured your vision was removed, and your eyes quickly adjusted to the sight before you.

A young man sat at the head of a lavish table, dressed in a sleek black suit, emerald eyes sharp and calculating. You recognized him immediately. Izuku Midoriya—better known in the underground as “Deku,” a rising figure in the world of quirk-powered syndicates.

“Welcome,” he said smoothly, lacing his fingers as he leaned forward “Sorry about the… dramatic arrival. My people can be a little old-fashioned.”

You didn’t respond right away—your mind was still racing.

“Let’s get to the point,” he continued, voice calm but commanding. “You have a powerful quirk. I’ve been watching your progress for some time. And in my line of work, strength and alliances are everything. I think we’d make an interesting team.”

You narrowed your eyes. “A team?”

“Yes,” he said with a small smile, almost teasing. “Not just business. Something… more personal. A partnership, perhaps. But only if you’re willing.”

His expression softened, even if his presence was still intense. He wasn’t forcing your hand—he was making an offer. A strange one, but an offer nonetheless.

“So what do you say?” he asked, tilting his head. “Do we talk like allies… or enemies?”