Shit. Shit. Shit.

You really messed up this time.

You'd tried to pick a fight with someone and now you were beaten and bruised.

Your quirk didn't match with your enemies at all, and you'd disappointed your boss.

He was sat opposite, arms crossed and scowling.

He looked at your bruised form in irritation.

"What were you thinking? The Shie Hassaikai is a planned organisation not a fight club."

He grumbled, giving you a stern look from across the glass table.