Toya looked through the door window, inside another version of him was laying on the hospital bed, attached to the medical equipments. It was actually an illusion.
The real Toya was outside the door wearing the shinigami mask. It changed his appearance drastically. Other than his height everything changed.
Now he had crimson red hair, the same hair he used to have before going snow blond. A white mask covering only the upper part of his face and two distinct black horns coming out from the sides on his forehead. A red shirt underneath his black jacket, and black long pants with red stripes. And to finish it all off a pair of maroon chisel boots. Even his facial structure changed giving him a more charming look.
The changes were even down the fingertips. He wasn't Toya or Dabi anymore. He was someone else entirely. And he of course looked much different.
Heck, he looked like a person who was going for a movie audition. Looking at his reflection in the steel door, he could barely recognize himself.
'System, you overdid yourself.'
[You are welcome.]
He was going to point out it wasn't a compliment. But never mind.
He was happy with the looks but he was a bit stingy about the money he had to spend. The system took out 1000$ for the real-looking illusion that was placed in his private hospital room. But at the same time, he didn't dare ask the price of the 'shinigami mask' which was a rank A item. An item above the illusion that he bought.
The illusion would stay for three days, enough for him to go to Tokyo and come back. And would make any doctor or visitors not notice him 'missing'. Personally, he knew it was worth every penny. But the fact that he couldn't bargain with the system, left a bad test in his mouth.
The system could easily convert yen to dollars so it wasn't a problem. The problem was with his bank account itself. After buying the illusion. He barely had another thousand dollars and some left. It wasn't a lot, but for Toya, it was being the poverty zone, who needed money to go to Tokyo and come back.
There was a reason for his so-called poverty.
It wasn't that he was spending money, without reason. He actually needed to buy support gear and healing meds for his quirk-burning issues. But after taking the Full-recovery card, he was in better shape than he ever was.
He had no scars left. All the years of nightmare were gone. Yet he felt stingy. 'It will hurt like hell when I use my quirk.' He winched at the thought of using his blue flames.
But that didn't mean he wasn't happy. He was, but it almost felt surreal to him. 'Just go with the flow.' He told himself.
Now he just had to get into one of the best places with security to get those classified data. Easy, right! The security level of the Association building shouldn't be tough as Tartarus prison, but it was enough for villains to stay away.
If this could save Eri, then it must be done.
[Host, another warning. When you accept a quest and you are within the area of the quest. The shop function will be turned off.]
[So the host is advised to buy equipment before going you go in.]
'Thanks for letting me know I guess.'
It was already night time, so getting out of the hospital without getting attention wasn't tough. The Shinigami mask was more than useful. As Toya had a fake license and everything on him, heck it even had a fake bank account with a few dollars and everything.
The system wasn't joking when it said it would create a different identity. But the Shinigami mask could only store one permanent disguise. He wasn't worried about that. Also, it could be upgraded to stack more identities.
The first thing that Toya did after leaving the hospital found a restaurant and have something to eat. The recovery card made him beyond hungry. And he ate till he was full.
He stacked the fifth plate before he was full. Food couldn't be described how good it was. Maybe it was due to him being in a coma, not using his taste buds and all.
The mask was a bit of a bother and God knows how it was sticking to his face... it was hard to get used to. But at the same time, It was better than living with scars.
Toya was about to stand up from his seat when the waitress came to take the plates away. She had a bit of blush on her face, and pressed a small note on the table along with the bill, before going away with the plates.
Toya raised an eye-brow, taking the note. It was a phone number, a small smile crept on his face. Now that he could get used to. He shook his head as he exited the restaurant.
