A/N: I thought I should add a warning about a later scene. I will admit it starts off pretty cringe worthy. The language and dialogue get pretty lewd and graphic. What you think is going to happen, doesn't happen so stick with it.

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When Melina awakened later that morning, she found herself curled around Dabi's upper body. Her arms were wrapped around his head as if to protect him from something. His forehead pressed into her sternum between her breasts. His nose and chin lay along her belly that conformed to the curves of his face. The piercings in his nose and the staples on his chin poked into her skin like tiny needles. Her knees where drawn into his chest, and his hands cupped both of her butt cheeks to hold her securely in his arms.

A brief snort escaped her in her effort to quell the giggle that wanted to bubble up and out of her mouth. Dabi was definitely an ass man. Hers really was his favorite thing.

Slowly she unhinged herself from being wrapped around his upper body like a human shield. Easing down in the bed so she would not awaken him, she came nose to nose with him, laying quietly beside him. This was only the second time he had stayed with her to see the morning sun. This overnight visit was of his own free will. She had not ordered him to stay.

If only we could have more moments like this, she thought to herself, leaning in to kiss his lips. Where heroes and villains and the world itself didn't matter.

The day called. She had things to do, and she was sure he did too. However, one question plagued her mind in these tranquil minutes as the blazing sunlight filtered into the room around the curtains creating a delightful ethereal haze: could this man be Toya Todoroki?

Melina studied his face as she put the puzzle pieces together in her head. Shoto said his older brother was a lot like his dad. Did that mean he looked like him too? Dabi certainly had the same beautiful luminescent blue-green eyes as Endeavor and similar to the single blue eye of Shoto. Although the hair on his head was midnight black like hers, the hair down there told a different color story.

Her fingers lightly traced the edges of the burn scars on his face. The burn patterns matched the areas in which Endeavor projected flames from his face. Endeavor also emitted flames from the rest of his body in specific places along his chest, arms, and legs. Was that the accident that had sent Toya to the hospital? Had he attempted to eject the flames from his body in the same fashion, but unable to control the fire, horribly burned himself in the process?

Dabi and Shoto shared quite a few personality and physical characteristics right down to the ways they looked at her and touched her. They were sometimes so alike she couldn't help but think of Dabi when she was with Shoto.

Was she reaching for something that wasn't there? Was she making all of this up in her head? In her my mind the pieces fit. Everything made sense.

"Toya," Melina whispered without meaning to speak the name.

Dabi's eyes flew open, wide and full of rage. They metaphorically burned straight through hers as if he had touched her with his flame. Suddenly she found herself on her back, being held down by his entire body lying on top of hers. His forearm pressed into her neck squeezing off her trachea. Those enraged twin turquoise orbs ravaged hers, scorching her emotions and making her shiver from the abstract pain.

"Where did you hear that name?" he demanded through his clenched teeth.

"Are you Toya Todoroki?" she croaked when he lifted his arm to lessen the pressure enough for her speak.

"No," he growled, removing his arm from her neck entirely as he sat up. "I left that name behind a long time ago."

She was correct in her assumption. He all but straight up admitted to being Toya Todoroki. Yet she wasn't happy about being right.

"Who told you? Did he tell you? What did he say?" Dabi demanded, moving off of her to search for his clothes. He avoided saying Shoto's name.

Melina watched his fast, jerky movements as he dressed in a manner openly displaying his anger for her to see. He refused to look at her. She had the sinking feeling she might have fucked up their relationship beyond all repair this time. Her heart began sinking inside her chest like the Titanic after it hit that iceberg. He was, without a doubt, the iceberg.

Well, their relationship was probably over anyway. Nothing like destroying it herself to know when and how it would end. How's that for control issues? Her grandmother might have been crazy, but she was never suicidal. Somehow Melina had slipped off the precipice from a little off kilter to full on kamikaze.

"I told you to stay the hell away from him. But...god!" Dabi exclaimed in frustration, shoving his arms into his coat. "You never listen!"

"He didn't tell me. He doesn't know." She wouldn't say his brother's name either. "I have a brain in my head so I was able to put two and two together," she remarked quite snarkily. "He only told me what little he knew about his big brother including his name. Is that why you wanted me to stay away from him? Because he's your little brother and you thought he recognized you? Your insistence I stay away from him never had anything to do with him being a hero you've fought with before, did it?"

Melina bolted off the bed when Dabi stood in front the window. Nausea wormed its way through her gut as she watched him put one leg over the windowsill onto the metal fire escape. She immediately halted, jumping as if he had slapped her when he glanced back at her with those searing hot, rage filled eyes of his.

"My name is Dabi. I am NOT Toya Todoroki. Don't you ever forget that." Bobbing under the window frame, he quickly exited her room.

"Dabi," she breathed, poking her head out of the window. "Dabi! Don't go! Please!"

"Good-bye, Melina," he called up to her from the stairs leading down to the floor below hers.

"Wait! Please!" she begged.

But he never even slowed down. Turning back into her room, she grabbed her pajamas from the floor where she had discarded them last night. She didn't have time to find more appropriate clothes.

Not giving a damn about propriety, she scurried down the series of platforms and ladders. By the time she reached the alleyway, he was at the end of the corridor turning at the corner of the building to enter the tide of people flowing down the sidewalk.

"No! Please! Don't leave like this!" Melina screamed like a desperate, repentant fool.

Melina ran down the alley not noticing the sharp little rocks, shards of glass, or pieces of metal that poked into the soles of her bare feet. The love of her life was slipping away, and it was her fault. She ran to the edge of the sidewalk, stopping short of getting caught in the flow of humanity streaming past her.

Her head turned in the direction Dabi went, her eyes searching for him in the sea of bodies and faces. He was gone. She wanted to sit down and cry in the very spot where she currently stood. However, when people started to point and stare, a few even raising their cameras to take pictures, she decided to retreat to her apartment.

"Well, way to go stupid," she berated herself as she climbed back up to her apartment. "What the hell did that accomplish? Oh, I killed my relationship. That's what it accomplished."

What had she expected him to do after all? Congratulate her on her cleverness? Be happy she had discovered his long dead secret that he would like to keep buried? She had no right to ask if he was Toya Todoroki. Actually, she hadn't meant to speak the name, but as it sometimes does, her mouth got ahead of her brain.

It didn't matter what his reasons were for not wanting to own up to true identity, to hide from his family. It was none of her business, and she should have kept it that way. Once again, she had pushed the boundaries. She had gotten too curious, treading on sacred ground where she had no business trespassing.

"Damn you, Melina," she hissed at herself as she slid through her window.

Sitting on the floor in her bedroom, she gave into her tears.

~\..'../~

Melina was sitting at the outdoor cafe five days later. Today was the first day she had ventured out of her apartment since the incident with Dabi. She hadn't really felt like reentering the world of the living, but she also knew she couldn't continue moping around the apartment, pigging out on fast food she had delivered, and generally having an epic pity party for herself.

Keeping her sunglasses on not only blocked out the sun but hid her sensitive eyes that were swollen and bloodshot from all of the tears. Sipping her dark chocolate latte, she realized she had cried more in the last several weeks since meeting Dabi than she had in the last seven years. The last time she cried this much was when her parents died. She thought she'd never cry like that over anyone she loved again.

Melina fiddled with the handle of the sturdy white cup after she set it back on the saucer. Someone walked up to her table, but she did not acknowledge the person, assuming them to be her waitress arriving with her slice of decadent double chocolate cake. Sometimes life just required chocolate to smooth things over.

She recalled reading once that chocolate was a substitute for love, specifically sex, because it released the same feel good chemicals in the brain. Maybe she should visit a chocolate factory and drown herself in a fucking vat of their finest dark chocolate. Perhaps that would seal the weeping hole in her chest where her heart used to be. The luxury of being angry at someone was not hers because she had no one to blame but her damn self.

"Melina?" the person spoke. A masculine voice, deep and smooth in timbre as if the sound came straight from his chest but soft and gentle as if he was talking ever so slightly above a whisper.

Shoto!

"Dammit," she sighed, rubbing her hand over her face.

Turning her head, she saw he was standing beside her inside the closure rather than on the street. That most likely meant he intended to stay a while instead of saying hello and moving on. Double damn!

"Oh, hello, Todoroki," she greeted him formally without offering him an invite to sit.

But he sat anyway. He took the seat across from her, brazenly reaching across the table to touch her hand that rested beside the saucer and coffee cup. Pulling her hand away, she placed it in her lap out of his reach.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his eyebrows converging over his nose with worry. "You don't seem to be yourself."

And just who am I, Shoto Todoroki? Do you know who I really am?, she wanted to ask him. But he was right. She wasn't being herself.

Wearing ripped, faded jeans and an over-sized magenta t-shirt, she wasn't dressed like her normal self in a pretty dress or skirt. No make up - not even lipstick. She wasn't wearing heels but plain white tennis shoes with no socks. She was alone and hurt and didn't give a fuck about following Granny's advice.

"I haven't seen you in a week. You haven't come by the school. I even came by your apartment once, but you weren't home," he said.

Melina was at home every single day. She had given strict orders to the security guards that no one - NO ONE - was allowed up to her apartment. They were to be sent away immediately and the guard could give them any excuse he wanted. If anyone insisted they be let up to her apartment, they could wait and be escorted away by the police for loitering.

"What happened? Are you all right?" Shoto pressed when she did not say anything. "Are you angry with me?"

"No, it's not you I'm angry with," she answered quickly, her tone caustic. "It's something I need to work through by myself. I'll be okay in a few more days."

"I can come back to your apartment with you and - "

"No. That's a terrible idea, Todoroki," she interrupted him curtly.

They paused their painfully tense conversation when the server arrived with her cake.

"Would you like something, sir?" the server inquired politely as her job required.

"A cup of tea. And a piece of that cake," he added.

Well, damn, he plans to stay quite a while and talk. I'm not in the mood to talk, Melina thought.

She grabbed her purse from the back of her chair. Laying a large bill on the table, she prepared to leave. That was more than adequate to cover both of their orders and give the server a hefty tip.

"I need to go," she announced, heading for the courtyard gate instead of traipsing back through the restaurant.

"Please, don't," he pleaded with her, capturing her wrist as she walked past him. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but don't shut me out."

Melina issued an exasperated sigh. She didn't feel like being near anyone, especially him, right now. She wasn't punishing him because he had done nothing wrong. But being with him hurt like hell because he reminded her of the man she had summarily kicked out of her life. Where did her path to self-destruction end?

"Just sit for a while," Shoto requested, tugging on her arm. "At least eat your dessert that you ordered."

Melina plopped back down in her chair like an irritated child. She did want to eat the cake so she started cramming forkfuls into her mouth without waiting for his to arrive.

"Stop calling me Todoroki. I thought we were past all that crap," he muttered grouchily.

"Maybe we shouldn't be," she mumbled around a mouthful of dark chocolate cake.

"So did the guy you were with break up with you?" Shoto asked, diverting his gaze to his cake that arrived at a most convenient time.

"You know what," she muttered, pointing her fork at him, "you're just too damn perceptive, and I find that annoying as fuck."

"Wow, such language," he gasped in mock offense, placing his hand on his chest like a proper Southern Belle who has just had her delicate sensibilities scandalized.

Melina laughed. She couldn't stop herself. Obviously he hadn't meant for the simple gesture to elicit such a reaction of hilarity as his face turned red while she laughed long and hard. Her loud guffaws garnered the shocked stares of the customers around them making his blush of embarrassment deepen until he was almost purple.

She didn't care if the people glowered at her in disapproval. Neither did he apparently by the slight lifting of the corners of his lips which showed her that he was pleased he had made her laugh despite the unwanted attention it brought to them.

"Thank you," Melina sniffed, pushing her fingers under her sunglasses to wipe away the tears of amusement. She was so glad to be crying for a different reason than sadness and self-reproach.

"Were you still going to do that make up demonstration for the girls?" Shoto asked, reminding her of her promise.

"Yes, of course I will. I'll come to the school tomorrow to speak to Principal Nezu," she assured him.

"Great! Hey, I'll walk you home after this. Is that okay?"

"Sure. That's fine."

They talked about his school and his studies, his teachers and his classmates, as they finished their drinks and cake. By the end of the encounter, Melina was feeling much better. She found herself able to smile again as they walked down the sidewalk, her arm hooked through his, toward her building.

"Sometime you'll have to come up and see my garden and my apiary," she suggested at the front door, unwinding her arm from his.

"Why not now?" he asked with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

Hmmm, he sure played the innocent card well, she thought to herself, recalling the not so innocent 'threat' of him pursuing her romantically in the future. He was definitely not too far off from being that irresistible, sexy seducer she had gotten a glimpse of that day of the festival.

"Sometime soon," she repeated, patting him on the chest. He was wearing a baby blue v neck pullover t-shirt of the softest material she had ever touched. The hardness of his muscles under the softness felt nice beneath her hand. Good God. Danger! Danger! "But not today."

Melina was well aware she was weak and vulnerable emotionally. He was genuinely being kind, and he would offer to comfort her any way he could. She seriously doubted he had malicious intentions of seducing her, but shit happens when emotions are high and physical resistance is low. That's how friends accidentally trip and fall into bed with each other. He wasn't ready for that kind of thing yet. She wouldn't allow him to play a game they would both regret.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Shoto," she said, giving him an easy out before things got weird.

His face relaxed. He appeared relieved, and a sweet little smile rested on his lips.

"Tomorrow, Melina." Backing away, keeping his eyes on her, he waved good-bye.

Melina turned to walk up the few steps so he would turn around and watch where he was walking before he tripped. She waved at Yamada as she entered the lobby.

"This arrived for you about an hour ago," he said, reaching under his desk for something.

Melina froze when she saw the single black rose wrapped in white tissue paper and tied with a blood red ribbon. The smile drifted from her lips until a severe frown replaced it.

"Who delivered it?" she asked. "Was it delivered by the kid from Nana's Flower Shop?"

"Not the usual one, no," he answered. "I've never seen this guy before."

"What did he look like?" Panic began to swell in her chest, compressing her heart and constricting her lungs.

"I couldn't see much. He was wearing a hat and a hoodie. Sunglasses. I think I could see part of a really ugly scar on his forehead though," he mumbled pensively.

That could only be one person: Jin Bubaigawara, better known as and much more easily pronounced as, Twice. Perhaps this was payback for the whole dog thing. Lest she forget the tray to face the first night she met him - but he deserved that one. Then there was the shock to the heart, and she would readily admit he didn't deserve that one. When she made enemies, she didn't mess around. Dabi had warned her she was on the shit list of every villain associated with that bar.

"Miss Melina? Is everything okay?" Yamada inquired, pulling the flower back under his desk. "I can throw this away."

"Is there a card?"

Melina watched as he reached under the desk to retrieve the card as if it was the sight of the flower itself had terrified her. She took the small envelope without opening it. At least she knew who was sending the flowers.

"Thank you."

"Are you all right? Should I call the police if more flowers arrive? Do you have some guy stalking you?"

"No. Everything's fine," she assured him.

In the elevator on the way up to her apartment, Melina opened the card.

I'm coming after you. You won't know when or where. But I'm going to get you. You will be mine. I will hold you in my arms until you can no longer breathe.

Wow. Subtle. Melina ripped up the card into little pieces.

Bring it on, asshole, I'll be ready.

~\..'../~

Melina was on the roof lying on the outdoor couch, staring up at the sky. In the city, it was nothing but a wide expanse of black. She missed the stars. The moon was hiding its face since it was a New Moon night. Taking Dabi's advice of leaving the country might not be a bad idea at this point. She didn't have much of a reason to stay here anymore.

She could buy herself a small house in the middle of a large plot of land. Have apiaries and trees and flowers as far as her eyes could see. It would be nice to have something to remind her of her childhood home. Being far, far away people would be good too. Maybe she should get a dog. Dogs are loyal, loving, and protect their masters. She wouldn't have to worry about hurting a dog's feelings and making him run away. At least she hoped she wasn't so heinous as to alienate man's best friend.

Sighing loudly, she stood up, walking toward the edge of the rooftop. A figure in the shadows to her left moved as she approached the waist high wall.

"I didn't expect you to act on your threat so soon, Twice," she said, turning toward the figure outlined by a hazy line of grey delineating the person dressed in black from the darker blackness surrounding him.

"I'm happy to see you too, beautiful," Twice said, his voice loud, excited.

Stepping out of the darkness into the golden glow of the fairy lights above them, he was dressed in his black costume with the accents of grey including his boots. A full fabric mask, grey from the eyes up, hid his face and eyes.

Melina didn't like not being able to see his eyes. At least when she could see his eyes she had an idea of what he was thinking. Also, she could detect a personality shift. All she had now were voice cues. Judging by the overzealous tone he currently used, his other personality had shown up. She hated this pervy guy.

Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, deafening her, while her heart hammered against her ribcage. Outwardly, she remained calm, unconcerned, leaning casually against the waist high brick wall behind her. Although she had every reason to panic, she would not allow her fear to show.

"You sent the flowers?"

"Of course I did. I've missed you. I wanted to deliver the last one in person. To see you." He paused, stepping forward two steps. "Your impromptu appearance at the bar was quite something. Nice costume by the way. The grey suits you. Makes you look like a ghost. You appeared and disappeared so quickly."

"How did you know it was me?" she inquired, sliding her hand into the pocket of her cardigan. She gripped the baton she had carried with her. Before he could speak, she went on, "Let me guess. You recognized me by the way the way I hit you."

"Well, yeah, duh," he retorted, shrugging his shoulders as if the answer was obvious. "I'll never forget the way you slugged me with that tray. Nobody could make it hurt as good as you."

Twice skipped over to her like a giddy schoolboy with his hands behind his back. Standing beside her, he leaned down close to her. His chin nearly touched her shoulder, and his mouth was even with her ear. She could feel his warm breath through the mask.

"I just wish I could remember the whole dog incident. Nobody can fucking stop talking about it. I would gladly be your good boy. Get down on my hands and knees. Follow your every order. Lick your feet and thighs and well...anything else. It makes me horny just thinking about it. "

"Aw, hell, ew," she groaned, feeling sick. She no longer wanted a dog as a pet.

Melina forced herself to stay still, not moving a muscle when his hand touched her waist. He moved to stand in front of her; close, too close for her comfort. She wouldn't allow herself to react to him being so near her and touching her. Staring down at the pink plastic buttons on her sweater, she pretended he wasn't there.

"You know," he murmured in a conspiratorial stage whisper, his voice slightly muffled by the one piece mask. "Since that night, I've dreamt about you. My favorite dream is of you wearing a strap on..."

Her belly tensed during his dramatic pause allowing her to digest that little mental image for the full gross out factor no doubt. She definitely did not like where this was going. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she attempted to cover her fear and repulsion with boredom and aggravation. His gloved hand touched her jaw, and she almost jumped out of her skin. So much for playing it cool.

"You bend me over, ever so gently," he added, forcing her head back so she had no choice but to look up at him.

Although she prepared herself for him to do something stupid next, what he did startled her out of her mind. He roughly seized her by the waist, spun her around, and began furiously humping her butt.

"Then you start fucking me hard like a mad woman!" he yelled, cackling like a lunatic.

Melina pulled the baton out of her pocket, extending it with a hiss of metal sliding against metal. She swung blindly behind her, hitting him in the back of the head with a definitive crack.

"Ow!" Twice yelled, releasing her to grab his head with both hands as he stumbled backwards from her.

Melina lunged toward her, baton held high in preparation to strike him again, this time on the forehead.

Unfortunately, he caught her wrist, stopping her before she could swing down. His fingers squeezed the bones until they moved, grinding together. His thumb pushed down into the soft spot between the tendons on the underside of her wrist. An electrified jolt of pain exploded in her wrist, numbing her hand and racing up her arm to make it go limp. The baton made a hollow thud as it hit the tar rooftop covered in fake grass.

"Tsk, tsk," he clucked his tongue at her. "I won't let you hit me again. You're fast, and you're strong, but I'm a man on a mission. There's something I want to do."

"Just kill me already then," she snarled, kicking her legs at him.

A scream tore from her throat when he picked her up and ran a few steps forward with her. She feared he was going to throw her off the roof. Instead, he sat her down rather forcefully on the top of the low brick wall. A stab of pain rushed up her spine leaving a lingering pins and needles sensation in her behind and across her lower back. The persistent pain made her contemplate how one even fixes a broken tail bone.

Twice pushed apart her legs, forcing his body between them. The rough bricks scraped across the backs of her thighs. Melina regretted her decision to wear her nightgown up here more so than ever. Plus it gave him easier access to her.

"No, no, no, NO!" she shouted, when he savagely shoved his hands under the gown.

His groping fingers bruised her thighs as he searched for a hold on her underwear to rip them off. She pummeled him with her fist but he didn't seem to notice.

"Stop fighting me!" he whined mockingly, hooking his forefinger over the elastic waistband of her flimsy lace underwear.

Another crucial wardrobe error that worked in his favor. Melina had expected a run of the mill, hand to hand combat attack not an attempted rape.

"Come on, country girl. I've wanted to plow your field since the moment I saw you."

"Stop, Jin, stop," she begged, pushing at his chest and punching him in the face. The blows bounced off him as if she were hitting a man made of metal.

"You're calling the wrong person. He's not here right now. That wimpy cunt would never have the balls to do this," he panted, sounding as if he were getting off on the struggle as much as if he were having sex with her.

The sound of ripping fabric heralded his success that he had removed her underwear with brute force.

"Jin, please!," she cried, tears pouring from her eyes.

"B-Bee? Wh-what a-am I - " he stuttered, his head whipping from side to side in confusion. Within seconds, he assessed his present situation and backed away in horror. "Oh, god!"

Her underwear hung from his forefinger as he raised his hands toward his face. He stopped, staring at the mangled piece of material in confusion. Doing a double take, his muddled brain finally processed what he was holding.

"Oh, god!" he yelled again, alarmed by the implication of how they got there.

Then he shook his head and his entire body like a dog shaking off water after a bath while making a strange gurgling sound as if he were underwater.

"Not today, asshole!" he bellowed in a higher pitched voice, arguing with himself. Noticing the underwear hanging on his hand, he brought it to his masked face and inhaled deeply. "Oh, yes! Sweet nectar!"

"Ugh," Melina grunted, hopping off the wall. "You're so damn disgusting."

Bending down, she picked up the baton and ran at him while still hunched over. Hitting him in the right kneecap, she brought him down with a sickening crunch of bone. Being short had its advantages. She could easily stay below the reach of her taller opponents arms and attack sensitive areas like ankles, knees, and groin to cut them down for an assault on their head. Holding the baton high, gripping it with both hands, she prepared to bring it down with all of her might against his forehead.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Jin pleaded, holding up his hands to shield his face.

Reaching under his chin, temporarily back in what she guessed to be his 'right' mind, Jin grabbed the mask and pulled it off his head. He gritted his teeth against the pain radiating through his body from his crushed kneecap.

"Don't hit me in the head...please," he added, his eyes full of despair. "Hit me anywhere else. Break my other kneecap. Hit me in the damn dick, but please don't hit me in the head."

Melina lowered the weapon but held it tightly just in case he shifted personalities again. Pity welled within her. She wondered what he was like before whatever caused that scar. Obviously that traumatic head injury was what triggered the severing of his psyche into two completely separate entities who shared one body. No one could be more confused about that concept than him because he lived the completely fractured existence every day. She didn't want to hurt him, but she could not allow him to hurt her either.

"How did you know where I lived?" she asked.

"We all know." He shrugged as if she should already know the answer to that question. "You need to leave. I don't care how tough you think you are. Shigaraki wants your quirk at all costs. Run."

"You didn't come here to kill me...did you?" she questioned him to confirm her suspicion.

"No. I came here to kidnap you. And the other part of me came here to fuck you," he confessed, blushing hotly. "That idiotic half of me has had a crush on you since you smacked the hell out of him that first night. I'm sorry, but I can't completely control him."

"Hmmmm, I see," she muttered thoughtfully.

"The plan was to kidnap you, to rape you and torture you until you broke, completely lost your will. Shigaraki wants to control you and your quirk. He wants it at all costs."

"Is that so?"

She sidled up to him, leaning down to kiss him. After filling his mouth with the pheromone, she waited for him to swallow and fall under her spell.

"You're going to leave here now. You will never return," she told him, backing away. "You, both of you, will forget any of this happened. You will forget about me. You won't remember my face, my name...absolutely nothing. I won't even be a bad memory in your head. Do you understand these orders as they have been given to you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

~\..'../~

Twice returned to the bar. By the time he arrived, he was not sure how he had gotten there or where he had been. He was dressed in his disguise so he assumed he had been on a mission. But where? And to do what?

Limping inside, hurting and disoriented, he fell into the closest booth seat. He raised his hands to hold his aching head only to see a strip of lace had been wrapped around his right hand. He slowly unraveled the cloth to see that it was once a pair of underwear but had been ripped to shreds.

"What the fu-"

"Did you get her?" Shigaraki asked, his red eyes sparkling with dark delight as they peeked between the fingers.

"Get who? What do you mean?" As hard as he tried, Jin couldn't remember.

"You were supposed to kidnap the Queen Bee and bring her back here," his boss barked impatiently.

"Who? What? I'm confused," Twice murmured, closing his eyes and massaging his temples. "I can't remember anything."

"What is that?" Shigaraki pointed at the underwear the man held in his hand.

"Uh - "

"You failed! DAMMIT!" Shigaraki shrieked in consuming rage. The irate man threw his glass onto the floor sending up diamond like shards of glass, the dark brown liquid splashing onto his black pants.

"Sir, please be careful with the glassware," Kurogiri admonished him politely. "Apparently she was able to get to Twice and use her quirk against him."

"Obviously," he screamed petulantly, stomping his feet like a rampaging toddler. "Dammit, dammit, dammit! Can anyone just kill this bitch?"

Shigaraki no longer wanted her quirk. He wanted her dead.

"Sir, there is another way. A better way. Virtually guaranteed to succeed," Kurogiri calmly spoke up, arranging the glasses on the shelf behind the bar. "Have you forgotten your benefactor and mentor so soon?"

Shigaraki thought for a minute. How could he be so stupid? She should be taken to All for One who could steal her quirk and transfer it to someone else. Possibly Toga. But how would this amazing feat be accomplished? Who could kidnap the Killer Queen? That would be an arduous task in itself apparently. Then she would have to be taken to All for One inside that maximum security prison. Who -

Kurogiri could apparently tell what the man was thinking. He quickly said, "I can help with that."

"It's so simple," Shigaraki mumbled to himself. "Why didn't I think of this before?"

"Sometimes it's the most obvious answers that elude us, sir."