It had been almost five days since the villain incident with Mizuki and in that time, Toshinori had begun to compile all of the information necessary in which to prove that Mizuki wasn't an illegal, augmented human while Shota set up the details of their fight by speaking with one or two people in the U.A. that could be trusted utterly to remain silent about her and her abilities until they could at least figure out her intentions or something.

Anything really.

To be perfectly honest if not for the fact that she had flat out refused to tell them of her abilities, Toshinori would have been more than happy to simply turn a blind eye to everything that she had done.

But since she wasn't down on any documents or anything- or at least he assumed so, then he simply couldn't let her run wild and free.

Even now, her new home was being watched for any suspicious activity by one of his friends in law enforcement. The man had even staged a few run-in's with her to see how she interacted with him or around him when she left her apartment.

So far he had reported only one thing suspicious about his interactions with her. But it wasn't so much as suspicious as it was merely strange. The second time that the two had been interacting with each other, they had been talking about some stuff that Mizuki had got from a local book store.

They had been talking in a friendly manner when all of a sudden there had been a screech of tires and Mizuki had gone into what his friend had described as a trance like state and quickly grabbed him and pushed him behind her as a car came around the corner, slipping and sliding as it did so before hitting the side of another vehicle and then spinning completely out of control and was heading right for them and the other unsuspecting people on the side walk.

Mizuki shouted out a warning, allowing as many as possible to get the hell out of the way before the car crashed right into Mizuki's outstretched hand. The force of the impact nearly sent her sprawling to the ground, but some how she managed to hold herself up while stopping the runaway vehicle completely.

Luckily no one was injured from the incident. Though the driver of the car was arrested for reckless endangerment and intoxication.

Toshinori's friend reported that he was unharmed only because Mizuki stood between him and certain death. Though he had reported that Mizuki didn't stay around long after.

Apparently catching the car before it could mow someone down had snapped her arm in three places. And while that was somewhat alarming for Toshinori to hear, his friend had told him that she hadn't seemed to really notice and by the time she had left the scene, she was using her arm just fine.

Which would suggest both possible nerve damage in the limb and a possible ability to either not feel pain or heal abnormally fast.

After hearing this report, his friend had understandable decided to head home for the day and calm his rattled nerves but had at least stuck around until Toshinori could come and see for himself that he was okay before finally deciding to go visit Mizuki.

He'd accidentally caught her coming out of the shower. And while she hadn't really reacted the normal way- shrieking, screaming tossing things at his head and so on- Toshinori however had passed out from a nosebleed right there on her nice cream colored carpet, while she had lazily meandered off towards the kitchen.

Stepping over him as she went and giving him a nice view of everything. And he did mean everything. Those long toned, pale, hairless skinned legs, her hairless mons, her flat stomach, her generous C-cup breasts tipped in soft rose pink nipples.

He could have easily died there on her floor of blood loss had he been half as perverted as someone his age usually was. However the moment was ruined when he managed to slowly get up and noticed her standing in the kitchen with her back to him.

She must have decided to put her hair up at some point due to the fact that it was still a bit damp and by doing so- she had exposed her scarred back to him. His eyes went wide as he noted the various old and puckered scars that looked like they were from bullets, part of her flesh between her shoulders was terribly discolored and looked as if it had been burned- there was several smaller, matching wounds littering her torso and the pale cheeks of her rear. All of which looked as if they had been particularly painful.

There were also what looked like slash marks and old stab wounds starting at the nape of her neck and going down towards the place where the small of her back met with the rest of the spine.

The injuries looked as if someone had gotten into a frenzy and simply cleaved up her body from point A to point B as if they were trying to hack her into pieces.

He couldn't imagine how horrible and terrifying it must have been for her to get those wounds. Not to mention what it must have taken to render her helpless enough to administer them in the first place.

Sensing that he was staring, she shifted her stance a little bit and rubbed one of her bare feet along the back of her calf in a peculiar manner. Almost as if she were uncomfortable with his blatant staring at her nude form.

And yet- she had still to make any attempt to cover herself.

He didn't think it deliberate, the lack of immodesty, that is. It was probably something that she was conditioned to do over time by whomever had been her master. And if that was really the case then Mizuki was probably a victim of several disgustingly inhumane acts against her person.

Finally seeing her move away from the counter with a tall glass full of water, she walked back towards him and then knelt down- causing him to stiffen and automatically turn his head so that he wasn't looking at her anymore. He'd already had enough of an eyeful to last him for several lifetimes.

Besides...if he lost anymore blood here from random nose bleeds he really would die.

Setting the water down on the floor next to his head, he heard Mizuki say softly. "Here. Drink this while I go get dressed and then I'll fix us both something to eat." And with that she was up and down the hall before he could even manage to blink, much less say anything.