This was an idea that I had come up with on the spot. I don't know why, but ever since re-watching Season four and re-reading the Shie Hissaikai Arc in the Manga, I kinda wanted to do this. Also, this is pseudo-inspired by Desolation by Observer817.

Due to this being an SI-OC, most of it will be from the perspective of our main character. Things will change for obvious reasons.

My head hurt, my eyes were heavy, and my face hurt like hell. I don't know how long it had been since I got hit by that truck, but one thing was for sure—I'm going to sue that speeding asshole ten times in a row once I get up.

A groan escaped my lips as I sat up. I rubbed my eyes as I stretched. Odd, even after getting hit by that truck, I don't feel anything of it. As soon as I opened my eyes, however, things took a turn for the worst.

Problem number 1: I wasn't in a hospital room. In fact, I wasn't even in my own bedroom. I was in someone else's, and either they were a weeb who loved Japan's culture too much, or I was in the room of a psychopath who also just so happened to be a weeb, which, to be fair, there was no difference between the two examples.

To explain what I mean, I was greeted with traditional Japanese paintings, potentially worth hundreds, if not millions of dollars, a boat-load of books, all of which were in Japanese (and that I could read? One of them said, "The art of criminal warfare?"). There was even a Shogi board in the corner. I was even laying on a futon on the floor rather than in a bed in a frame.

"Where the fuck am I?" I thought, looking down at myself, expecting to see my normal, pudgy, hairy self.

Except, that wasn't the case.

Problem number 2: This was not my body, like, at all. The last time I checked, I wasn't this jacked. In fact, I don't think I had an ounce of muscle on my body at all. Also, my skin colour was pasty white, not tan brown.

Skipping over that and looking at my hands, I was wearing a pair of white gloves. Why was I wearing gloves in bed? Better yet, I had only just realized, but I had a mask over my mouth. Was I—no, not me—was this person I took over (because that made the most sense) wearing a mask in their sleep?

I decided not to question it. However, when I went to take the gloves off, I felt an ominous feeling wash over me. I think it would be best NOT to take those off, just for now.

As soon as I looked over to my right, I saw the final thing that broke the camel's back. On a shelf, just inches away from the person's bed, a magenta plague mask sat idly, waiting to be worn. The tip was embroidered with gold, and the stitching was also gold, going along all the seams. Two gear-like holes were on the sides of the mask, allowing for oxygen to flow through it, or at least that was my guess.

It wasn't just any mask. It was the mask that belonged to Kai Chisaki. It all made sense, the Japanese-styled room, the gloves on my hands, the mask on my face… I was now Kai Chisaki…

And it's all thanks to that stupid truck driver.

I dragged myself out of the Yakuza bosses' bed, grabbed the mask, walked over to a dresser, grabbed a black shirt, white tie, black pants, and got changed.

What? Did you think I was going to freak out and curse to God himself that this was the worst choice ever made? No! I mean, don't get me wrong, Overhaul, or Kai Chisaki in this case, was a horrid human being with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to look a gift-horse in the mouth.

If I can, somehow, fix and mend what Overhaul has done and disguise it somehow as something else, then I'll be glad to do so.

As I finished getting changed, I grabbed the stereotypical green coat that he wore and proceeded to leave the room. The first thing I was greeted with was a completely white room with a couch, some tables, a coffee machine as well as a few cupboards, and Chronostasis, unmasked, drinking what I could only assume to be coffee.

"Good morning, Boss," the man greeted as I waved at him.

"Good morning…" I responded, walking over to the coffee machine and pouring myself a cup of black coffee. I usually didn't drink coffee with milk or cream, that, and I found that black coffee woke someone up far faster than with it being tampered with.

"I have a schedule set up for this morning, starting with Eri's-"

"Cancel that." I interrupted, catching him off guard.

"Huh? Why? Not that I want to question you, Boss, but we need her blood to continue making the bullets. We're close to a breakthrough," Chronostasis said, confusion rattling his face as I sighed.

"Because last night I… I had an epiphany," I needed to word what I say next carefully. From what I knew about Chronostasis, he was loyal to Overhaul to the very core, but even a loyal man would have his worldview shattered If someone said something wrong.

"An epiphany? Do tell, I'm interested…" the white-haired man said, taking another sip of his coffee. Good, at least he was willing to hear what I had to say. Then again, it would be out of character if he didn't. That man was like an obedient puppy. He'd probably feel bad if he shrugged me off. Talk about Stockholm syndrome.

"Eri has a powerful Quirk. The ability to rewind things is a glorious ability of its own. It reminded me of my own Quirk, Overhaul. The ability to destroy and repair things in a singular touch. The more I look at her, a part of me connect's myself and her as the same person, a duality of sorts. Seeing her scream in pain when we do those experiments breaks a man down. What we're doing is effectively killing her and bringing her back to life over and over again, and for what? A stupid bullet that might revert someone's Quirk factor to zero? Sure, it's curing society of a disease, but at what cost? God-forbid the heroes find out, we'd be raided, and especially if Endeavour comes after us, we'd be screwed. I don't doubt our cause, but the way we're doing it is going to bring us only grief."

I paused, glancing at Chronostasis, who seemed deep in thought. He was taking in the information I was dishing towards him. Good. I turn to him and place a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"We need Eri to trust us. I'd rather my Niece trust me than hate me. I've done damage to her so bad that she's never going to forget what I've done to her. However, she's still young. If I can fix our relationship, it starts now. Plus, The Boss, my father, if he saw her the way she was now, he'd kill us all." I state, and when I finish, I look into Chronostasis's eyes, a look of acknowledgement deep within them as he nods.

"I understand, Boss. I'll tell Mimic. Then he'll tell the others. I-"

"BOSS!" A new voice interrupted Chronostasis, opening the door with a panicked expression. The man was one of the lower-level thugs, which caught my interest.

"What do you want? Can't you see Overhaul is busy? State your business, then leave at once," Chronostasis spat as the thug rubbed the back of his neck.

"The kid, she's gone!"

And with that, my heart plummeted. She was gone, meaning…

"I'm meeting Deku today… great," I curse mentally as I walk over to the counter and pour out the cup of coffee into the sink.

"Well then, tell me which way she went. It's time to play a game of fetch. Chrono, keep to schedule. I'll find the kid. You, gather the guards who were supposed to watch her room and have them meet in my office."

My orders are clear and direct, so much so that the two bow to me before leaving. Looks like my body snatcher mission has worked pretty well for now. Time to find a kid.

I knew exactly where to go, so finding her wasn't that hard. I found the exact alleyway she wound up in and began to walk down it. Unlike Overhaul, I wasn't a very aggressive person, and I was not too fond of fights. I might've been in his body, but that didn't mean I was him if that makes any sense.

Walking down the hallway, I cracked my knuckles and sighed. "Eri, where are you? It's too early for this," I called out, knowing that would get her attention. As soon as I said that, and as soon as I walked forward, I was met with Eri desperately clinging to Deku like he was a lifeline.

Deku looked at me, horrified. I mean, I don't blame him. Overhaul was a rather intimidating person. But then again, I'm not Overhaul. I'm just in his body.

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry about that. She, uh… well, Eri over here tends to run into people far too often," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Time to lie so hard that reality shifts into my favour. "It's early in the morning. I don't usually do this, but, as a Thanks for assisting me in securing my Niece, so she didn't run head-on into traffic, why don't I treat you heroes to some breakfast at the noodle shop down by the mall? over there?" Thank God for that map behind them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known my surroundings.

"No thanks, but thank you for the offer. We're in the middle of our patrol, plus, we ate just before leaving the agency we intern at. Thank you for the offer anyway!" Lemillion that was his Hero name, otherwise known as Mirio Togata, said. I looked at Deku, who seemed to be going through his "oops" he did in canon. "Come on, Deku! Let's go!"

Subtly, I could hear Eri beg them not to go, and my heartstrings tugged. Fuck. I hate Overhaul with all my blood, but I had to keep the charade up, even if it was just for now.

"No, No, I insist. Seriously, I insist. You don't have to get anything. This is mostly for Eri and me. Besides, she seems really attached to you, uh, Deku? Was it? Besides, if your agency has any questions about why you took extra time on your patrol, I'm sure you could just tell them the truth of the situation," I narrowed my eyes for extra effect, getting it across that I wasn't really giving them a choice.

The two looked at one another before nodding. Midoriya stood up, looking at me straight ahead with a glare, though I could tell that the glare was a slip-up. "Alright, U-Uh…"

"Overhaul, if that was what you were looking for," I state as the green costumed hero nods.

"Right, Overhaul. Thank you for your generosity," Deku stated as I took the motley group of Me, Eri, and the two heroes to the noodle shop. I glanced at Eri, who looked mortified, but also confused. I knew that Overhaul never did this sort of thing, so she was probably assuming that this was a trick to get the heroes to go away. She wasn't wrong, but that still didn't mean that I liked it. Every time I look at her, my heart drops. I hated seeing her like this, but for now, I needed to keep my cool.

Upon making it to the noodle shop, I was greeted by the store clerk. We all ordered food, the two heroes asking for Shoyu Ramen, while I asked for the Miso Ramen Soup, a large for me and a small one for Eri. Overall, it came to a rather cheap total of 2000 Yen, which was roughly 20 dollars if my conversions were right. I paid using two 1000 Yen bills, took our orders on a tray, then walked to find a table.

We ate at a table for four. Eri touched her ramen, though only slightly, taking maybe one or two bites, but seemed nervous to eat in general. The other two ate normally, thankfully. Taking off the mask, I placed it beside me and put down my other mask to eat.

To describe the taste of the ramen would require me to go on a rant on just how much better this stuff was to the store-bought garbage I ate before I was hit by the truck, but to sum it up, it was amazing.

Once I had finished eating the egg in the bowl, I sighed, cracking my neck to the left before staring at the two heroes. "I want to make this perfectly clear to you two. I am aware of your concerns over my Niece. While your concerns are valid, I'm sure you know my status as a Yakuza, meaning I can almost guarantee your perception of me isn't the greatest." Upon hearing me speak, the two heroes stopped eating and looked at me.

Deku had his eyes narrowed at me, judging me. Good for him. I'm glad that he was judging me. That way, hopefully, I could change his perspective on the situation, just so that it would buy me more time to change the canon events and secure the fact that Eri stayed with me.

Speaking of Eri. I pause, glancing at the aforementioned child, who had tensed up when she heard me speak. I cursed under my breath, though instead of it being directed towards Eri, it was more or less directed towards myself.

I needed to come up with a lie that the two heroes would believe. Then, I thought of something. As soon as I started speaking, I mentally began to pray, hoping that they would buy what I was about to say.

"The bandages around her arms, legs, practically her whole body, are there because of an incident revolving my Quirk. I won't go into details, but the incident revolved around me using it on her when another Yakuza were attacking us. I was in a frenzy, and when I hit her, My Quirk damaged her beyond belief. My actions, as you can see, hurt her greatly. As much as I hate to admit it, it was my fault that her body ended up being as scarred as it is."

The two Heroes looked away, their expressions looking as if they had bought the lie completely, or at the very least, were only doing so because they were in my presence.

"What I'm trying to say is that, please, do not misunderstand the situation. I'm sure you have enough on your plate as it is. I'll let you return to your patrol. If you have any questions about this subject, or if anything comes up about it, I would like it to be discussed rather than fists being thrown. I would also like this conversation to be never brought up again. I have a reputation to uphold. Are we clear?" I ask, narrowing my eyes as the two heroes nod.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Overhaul. We'll be out of your hair now," Lemillion stated, taking Deku with him as they left the Noodle shop. I looked over to Eri, who was still tense.

"Are you going to finish your food? I know you don't get to eat often. It's why I took you here. You should finish this before we go back home," I state, causing her to look at me. Acceptance replaced the tinge of fear in her eyes before she continued to eat. I felt my heart crack, forcing myself to look away from the girl as she quietly ate what I could only assume was the best thing she had eaten in her entire life.

I was going to fix this, God damnit, regardless of the consequences.

Regardless. Of. The. Consequences.

To Be Continued.

Thank you for checking this out. Most people who do this sort of thing start off weeks before the events of that scene, but I decided to not only do it differently but also change it to the point where canon would be changed. So, with that in mind, let me know what you think about this.

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