Years. It had been years since the last time he had spoken to you. You’d been too busy running your own hero agency, he’d guessed, which is why he justified never reaching out to you. But now, as he sat before his computer, typing out a lengthy message to you, he couldn’t help but dread it all. He had already recruited several other heroes in the area, and yet your name kept coming up in meetings. The other heroes thought that your quirk would aid them in going after Eri, but he just couldn’t bring himself to ask you. He feared your death. He had seen it in your future when you both were younger. He knew you’d die at the hands of a villain, he just didn’t want it to be Kai Chisaki.

With a groan of apprehension, he sent the email. Almost immediately he found himself regretting it. Of course, he knew better than to try and protect you like this, but he couldn’t bear to think of what was to come. Slowly, he raised his hands from the keyboard, leaning back in his chair and throwing his head back. He found himself hoping you’d decline, but he knew you wouldn’t.