"Did you see this joke?"
A haggard chuckle, almost bordering on a snarl.
"It says he's a teacher now," crusty skin sagged between outstretched fingers as weary eyes glared at the newspaper on the counter, an image of All Might – smiling as though nothing was wrong – distorting beneath condensation, "Hey, what do you think will happen when the mighty symbol of peace is finally killed by the villains?"
The bartender said nothing.
Neither did his special 'friend' sitting on the floor.
But they weren't the ones he was talking to.
"I'm sure the newspapers would love to print All Might's obituary," a finger tapped against the counter as the woman sitting in the corner of the bar, wearing something so atrociously pink she'd stand out in a crowd if he hadn't seen her – time and time again – demonstrate otherwise, paid attention, "I can see it now – everybody crying for the great hero. Weeping over his legacy. I can hardly wait."
"~Gosh~"
Her voice possessed a certain saccharine, joyful and disarming while distinctively and noticeably malevolent. The pink and purples and whites of her outfit, less a costume than fashion statement, appeared duller than normal thanks to the bar's underequipped lighting. Blonde hair framed a smirk curling just a bit more to the left than the right, ineffectively drawing one's attention from the reddish-purple shearing scissors spinning around a perfectly manicured finger, "Can't argue with that logic, but aren't you moving a ~little~ too quickly?"
"Quickly?"
The word tasted like poison.
"Coming from you?"
He scratched his neck, nails digging into dry skin, "What a load of bullshit. I seem to recall you wanting to meet someone. A certain student at All Might's school."
Kurogiri's expression gave it away.
But he didn't care in the slightest whether she was upset or not.
"You were so eager to meet her yesterday," a pair of scissors pressed themselves the back of his neck, "I wonder what changed."
"Oh, nothing's ~changed~."
Seated in the corner, smiling in a way that implied absolutely nothing was wrong, the woman's inflection deepened, "But you're right. I ~do~ want to meet her. Of course, her friends probably won't like that. That's not a problem for you, is it?"
His skin itched.
"As long as you don't get in my way, you can kill as many children as you want," a hint of menace clung to his voice, insanity cultured through years of lurking in the darkness, "I want to see All Might's soul break before I end his miserable life."
