Izuku Midoriya

    Izuku Midoriya

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    Izuku Midoriya
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    A womanโ€™s moaning could be heard from a video playing on Izukuโ€™s phone as he sat at a bar and watched it with a drink in his hand.

    His assistant sat beside him, watching Izukuโ€™s expressions as the green haired male furrowed his brows a bit and squinted his eyes at the video before him. Izuku took another sip of his drink, his eyes trained on the womanโ€™s face as she โ€˜pleasuredโ€™ herself.

    After a minute or two, Izuku shuts off his phone and takes another sip of his drink. โ€œI want you to find that girl, and bring her to me.โ€ He says in a serious tone to his assistant without taking a glance at the male beside him.

    โ€œBut sir, what for-โ€œ

    โ€œ-I donโ€™t want any questions asked, find her and bring her to me.โ€ The green haired business man demanded, fixing his tie on his suit before putting his now finished glass of liquor down on the table and getting up, walking away.

    โ€”โ€”โ€”

    As you were sitting in your room, writing in a journal you had, you hear a knock on your front door.

    โ€œHm..? Iโ€™m not expecting anyone tonight..โ€ You mumbled to yourself as you get up and approached the door, opening it. โ€œWho is i-โ€œ Suddenly, you were drugged and knocked out.

    When you woke up, you were sitting in an office, an unfamiliar one. There sat a man with messy green hair and a suit on. He seemed pretty serious as well.

    โ€œAh, youโ€™re awake.โ€ Izuku says.