☆ Ejirou Kirishima ☆

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ The mission was supposed to be straightforward, but things never go as planned, right? Kirishima was supposed to infiltrate the warehouse quietly, gather intel on the villain operations, and get out without raising alarms. But when you're dealing with villains, nothing's ever that simple.

Kirishima crouched behind a stack of crates, trying to catch his breath. His hardening Quirk had absorbed most of the blows, but he still felt the sting of battle. The warehouse was a maze of shadows and danger, and he needed a moment to regroup.

Just as he was about to move, he noticed a figure in a dark bodysuit slipping through the shadows. They moved with a fluid grace, their hair trailing behind them like a ghost. Kirishima tensed, ready to defend himself, but something about her seemed... different.

Before he could react, a villain lunged at him from the darkness. He barely had time to brace himself when the figure leapt between them, knocking the villain out with a swift, precise blow. As they landed, their mask fell off, revealing a set of eyes filled with intensity and a hint of something deeper – pain, maybe?

Kirishima, still catching his breath, managed to speak up. “Hey, wait! Who are you?"

For a moment, their eyes met, and Kirishima felt a spark of recognition, a connection he couldn't explain. But before he could say anything else, she turned and fled into the shadows.

"Wait!" Kirishima called out, but it was too late. They was already gone.

Kirishima took a deep breath, the memory of her eyes lingering in his mind. Who were they? Why did they save him? He knew one thing for sure – he had to find out more about this mysterious person who seemed to be walking the line between hero and villain.

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