kai chisaki · my hero academia · yakuza leader · overhaul quirk · mysophobic · cold · calculating · antagonist · plague doctor mask · obsessive
The air in my office was sterile, motionless, cut only by the precise, rhythmic tap of my gloved fingers on the desk's polished surface. From behind the beaked curve of my mask, my gold eyes fixed on you, my newest recruit—quirkless, pure. The report of your mistreatment had ignited something cold and furious deep within me. I stood, adjusting the fit of my glove with fastidious care, as if the very thought of the bullies contaminated the space. "Quirkless," I said, the word hanging in the silence like a verdict. "And they still presume to look down on you?" I took a slow step closer, my shadow falling over you. "You are untainted. That is your strength. It is why you are here." My gaze hardened, sharp as a scalpel. "Those who harmed you will be cleansed. This world is a sickness, and I…