Seven years… For 7 years, he had worked tirelessly to shape the Shie Hassaikai in his image. Seven years he spent furthering his ambitions. He had given up on so many things in order to achieve his goal, lost so many that were dear to him in the process… He committed unspeakable atrocities all in the name of purging the world of the filth they called "quirks''.

The world was sick with heroes and villains and he needed to cleanse it. Overhaul had always been meticulous and goal oriented. His single track mind was what drove him ever further to achieve his ultimate goal. He couldn't afford distractions, not when he had been blessed with such glorious purpose.

So why was she taking up space in his mind?

Since she had appeared to him that fateful night, he could hardly get her image out of his head. Every waking moment, she was there, plaguing his mind like a disease. That treacherous snake… She had left him, abandoned him when he needed her most. He had wanted her dead, but couldn't bring himself to do it once they met for the second time. No… He needed to make her suffer as he did when she had betrayed him all those years ago…

He had thought that by secluding her, he would preserve himself of her filthy influence, but the stain she left on his psyche merely grew with each passing day, spreading through his mind like necrosis. The more he tried to ignore her, the more he found himself plagued by the thought of her. She was like an itch he couldn't scratch, one he couldn't bathe away no matter how long he stood underneath the burning stream of water as he clawed and scrubbed at red, sensitive skin.

The mere thought of her disgusting taint permeating through the compound was enough to make his stomach churn. He hated her, despised her even, yet he couldn't bring himself to dispose of her. He had been so distracted by her lately that he could hardly concentrate on what he needed to do to enact his great plan. Even his henchmen had noticed his behavior lately. They knew something was wrong, but wouldn't dare bring it up with him. Try as he might, he just couldn't shake her from his mind. That snake… his beloved Angel of Death… the one and only person he had ever loved unconditionally…

It brought him no small measure of satisfaction to see her squirm underneath her current conditions. He reveled in the fact that she was completely and utterly at his mercy and that she willingly submitted herself to his every whim. He knew full well that she dared not question his decisions. The guilt in her eyes only served to bring him further pleasure, even if it was only temporary. Once she was out of sight, her diseased influence would creep back into his mind and keep him from performing his duties.

It was no use. He couldn't go on like this forever. He needed release, a cure, and there was only one thing that could cure him…

In the days following the incident with Eri, Yuka was placed yet again under strict guard. After spending another short eternity holed up in her room, there came a knock on her door. She hadn't spoken to Madarame since their discussion with Overhaul and she worried that he had suffered the same fate as the one who's blood they had cleaned off the walls that fateful day. She dreaded the thought of him ending up in such a horrific state on her account and quickly pushed the thought out of her mind as the door to her room swung open. Her worries were quickly squashed as Madarame stepped into the room, alive and well and seemingly unharmed. He gave her a polite smile as he leaned forward to give her a polite bow.

"Miss Yuka," he greeted her calmly.

"It's good to see you, Madarame," Yuka breathed relievedly.

He responded to her with a serene smile.

"You're looking well today," he said to her cheerfully. His smile quickly faded as his eyes dropped to the floor. "You've been called to Overhaul's office once again. He wishes to speak to you."

Yuka's heart dropped into her stomach. She hadn't heard anything from Overhaul in almost a week and she had all but lost hope in her chances of escaping this godforsaken room. She remained calm, however, appearing as unphased as possible as she nodded softly at his words.

"I'll get changed then," she declared.

"I will be waiting outside," Mamoru replied.

He slipped out of the room and into the hallway as she walked over to the closet to get some clothes. In the few days that had passed, more clothes had been brought to her. Most of her fancy suits had been sent to the laundry by Overhaul's minions, so the only outfits that were left were clothes that she usually wouldn't wear. Reluctantly, she picked one of the few outfits that were left and hoped that it wouldn't make her look too ridiculous. As she put it on, though, she realized that the fabric clung to her curves a little too much for her liking. She wore a dark turtleneck with a pair of tight fitting pants. On her feet, she wore her usual pointy black shoes. Once she was done dressing herself, she grabbed a face mask and put it on before knocking on the door to signal Madarame that she was ready to leave.

The young man led her once again to Overhaul's office. Once Madarame opened the door for her, she saw that he wasn't alone. Kurono was standing next to his desk with his usual white attire on. He turned to look at Yuka when she entered the room. Expecting Mamoru to join her in Overhaul's office, she looked over her shoulder to see where he had gone, only to realize that he had closed the door behind her and had left her alone with Overhaul and his right hand man.

"You're here," Chrono said to her. "Took you long enough…"

Yuka couldn't read his expression through his mask, but she shot him a glare all the same.

"Come closer," Overhaul ordered as he lifted his head towards her.

Yuka obeyed, stepping forward as she let out a few controlled breaths to keep herself calm.

"I've decided to revise your sentence," he suddenly declared. "You'll be accompanying me from now on..."

Yuka's eyes grew wide. Even Kurono seemed surprised by his sudden declaration. He turned to face his boss, turning his back to Yuka as he did.

"You sure that's a good idea, boss?" he asked calmly. "We still don't know if she can be trusted…"

"All the more reason to keep an eye on her," Overhaul replied as he stared intently at her from across his desk. "I don't want her running off anymore, so she'll be staying by my side from now on."

Kurono turned to look at her from over his shoulder, giving her a skeptical look. Yuka tried to look as unphased as she could, but this sudden announcement had completely shattered her expectations. Not only was she finally going to be able to leave her room, but maybe this was also her chance to prove to Overhaul how valuable she could be to his cause.

"I'm grateful you've changed your mind," Yuka answered calmly.

She saw him squint his eyes at her. "Don't be ridiculous," he answered bluntly. "I still don't trust you, but you're no use to me holed up in that room of yours."

She fiddled with her hands tucked behind the small of her back. She could feel her throat tense up at his harsh words. She could see the hatred in his bright yellow eyes. She lowered her eyes to the ground, hardly able to bear his piercing gaze as he continued to scrutinize her.

"Since you'll be accompanying me from here on out," Overhaul continued in a more relaxed tone. "You'll need to wear this."

He reached for something behind his desk and pulled a large object from inside of the drawers. He then set a large gas mask down on the desk, pushing it towards Yuka as he motioned for her to take it. As she reached for the apparatus, she realized that it was in fact the mask he had confiscated from her when she first arrived. It had since been modified and looked not too dissimilar from the one he wore. The main difference was that hers had two circular vents protruding from either side of the mask where the air was filtered. She took a moment to inspect the craftsmanship. Not much was left from the original design, which she found disappointing since she preferred the old design, but she figured it was only natural that Overhaul would model it after his own. She then quickly turned away in order to remove the face mask she had previously been wearing, not wishing to inconvenience Overhaul by breathing unfiltered air in his general direction. Once the gas mask was firmly secured around her head thanks to the straps, she turned towards Overhaul once again, feeling a bit more at ease now that she had gotten a small part of herself back.

"How do I look?" she asked, straightening her posture as she tucked her hands back once again.

She was met with silence as Overhaul continued to stare at her with cold, unnerving eyes.

"I still don't think this is a good idea," Kurono interjected, still keeping his back to her. "You know how this'll seem to the others…"

He was presumingly referring to the 8 Bullets of the Hassaikai.

"They'll fall in line as they always have," Overhaul declared flatly. "If they have a problem with my decisions, they're free to come to me with their concerns…"

He slowly stood up from his chair and rounded the corner of his desk to make his way to the door. Yuka stood out of his way and bowed her head as he passed her. Overhaul gave her a sideways glance while Kurono turned to look at her through his mask. Once Overhaul had walked past her, she lifted her head towards Chrono and gave him a cold but serious look, before turning to face Overhaul now standing facing the door.

"Come. We have work to do…" he declared as he opened the door, leading them out of his office.

The next few days were… interesting to say the least. Every morning, one of Overhaul's men would come and fetch her from her room, then they would bring her to their boss' office and she would then spend the rest of the day following Overhaul around. She didn't quite understand why he wanted her by his side all of a sudden, especially since he barely acknowledged her presence at all. Kurono and Mimic were particularly weary of her whenever they encountered her. The situation was tense, but Yuka was nonetheless grateful that she was finally being let out of her room, even if it was just to follow Overhaul around the compound. In actuality, she didn't really do much of anything. She remained quiet during their time together and did exactly as she was told. She didn't want to provoke Overhaul's ire any more than she had already done so in the past. By showing compliance, she hoped that it would prove to Overhaul that she was serious in her desire to help him and wasn't there to cause him any trouble.

After a week had gone by, Yuka woke up one morning and was surprised to find that nobody had come to fetch her from her room. She waited for a few hours, thinking that maybe they were too busy to come find her, but after a while, it became clear that nobody was coming to get her. This worried her. Had she done something to upset Overhaul? She had followed all of his instructions to the letter and had made an effort to make herself as scarce as possible in order to give him the space he needed. She didn't want her presence to feel overbearing, but maybe she had unknowingly done something to upset him. She paced back and forth in her room, desperately trying to figure out what she had done wrong. She tried meditating to calm herself down, but it was no use. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had somehow made a mistake and was now paying the price for it.

As the evening was winding down, a knock suddenly came at her door. Yuka's eyes shot open as she stood up from the ground where she had been meditating. As she turned to face the door, it suddenly swung open and, to her utter shock, she saw that Overhaul was standing at the entrance to her room.

"Come," he said to her curtly.

Luckily for him, she was already dressed and ready to leave when he had decided to drop by her room. Yuka hurriedly grabbed her mask and her sword from the table before quickly joining Overhaul in the hallway. She adjusted her mask so it sat properly on her face, then tied her father's scabbard to her belt before turning to face Overhaul.

"Where are we going?" she asked in a calm tone.

"We're heading out," he answered flatly as he started to make his way down the hall.

"We're leaving the base?" she said, surprised.

He answered with an annoyed sigh which immediately made her tense up.

"Yes… I'm meeting with some buyers from Kyushu. One of my prototype bullets was used against a U.A student that was interning at Hawks' agency a few weeks back. The effects seem to have worked even better than anticipated, so I've arranged a meeting with the buyer in order to get more information."

Yuka had heard about it on the news. She was astonished that he was being so open with her about his plans suddenly. She didn't react though, not wanting to put him on the spot and risk upsetting him in the process. She merely answered with a decisive nod and continued to follow his lead..

They arrived in a hangar a few minutes later. A pair of vehicles with tinted windows had been prepared for them. As they entered the underground garage, Yuka was shocked to see that the entirety of the Eight Bullets were waiting for them. She tried to hide her shock behind her mask, but there was still a small amount of blush poking through the edge of her mask. Though she couldn't see any of their expressions, she could tell by their body language that they weren't happy to see her.

"What is she doing here?" Nemoto sneered as he looked at her.

"We've been over this already, Nemoto," Chrono sighed. You could sense the intense eye-rolling going on behind his mask. "Overhaul's decided to bring the girl along for the mission."

"WHAT?!" Mimic yelled out incredulously. "You're seriously expecting us to bring that traitor along with us?!"

Yuka felt her throat tighten as she sheepishly stood behind Overhaul. His eyes narrowed as he approached them.

"That's exactly what I'm expecting from you," he answered coldly. "From all of you…"

"But sir!" Nemoto piped up once again. "She's a traitor to the Shie Hassaikai! Surely it would be unwise to have her join us on such an important mission!"

He stared at the cloaked man with piercing yellow eyes. "You dare question my orders, Nemoto?"

Nemoto was immediately taken aback by Overhaul's unnerving gaze and stepped back defensively. "O-Of course not, sir!"

Chrono let out another exasperated sigh. "Then quit your whining and get in the car. We're already running late for our meeting."

After a few moments of awkward silence, they all started filing into one of the two vehicles. Meanwhile, Chrono, Mimic and Overhaul made their way towards the second vehicle. Yuka wasn't sure which vehicle she had been assigned to. She assumed at first that she would be riding in the van with the rest of Overhaul's men, but as soon as she made her way towards the larger vehicle, she was stopped by Chrono's voice calling out to her.

"You'll be riding with us," he said to her in a serious tone. She then noticed Overhaul staring at her from across the hangar with the door to the vehicle open. He seemed to be waiting for her to climb inside.

She quickly made her way to the car, sliding into the vehicle before buckling herself in. To her surprise, she saw Overhaul taking a seat next to her, while Mimic and Chrono took the driver and passenger seats respectively. She hadn't been this close to Overhaul in a long time which made her incredibly nervous. She tried to seem unbothered and turned to face away from him in case her face showed any sign of embarrassment. Before looking away completely though, she got a glimpse of him staring in her direction for a few seconds which only made her even more anxious.

They all remained silent for the duration of the car ride. Yuka nervously stared out the window, occasionally glancing over at Mimic who was driving in the seat in front of her. His quirk allowed him to fuse himself to any object he came into contact with. This meant that he could control any object he inhabited, which was why he was the one driving the car. Yuka thought it was an impressive feat since it meant that he could control the vehicle with near perfect accuracy since it responded instantly to his reflexes. There wasn't any delay, he could simply will the car forward and it would respond instantaneously. Although she was impressed, she wasn't about to compliment him on his prowess, opting instead to remain quiet for the remainder of their trip until they reached their destination.

They scheduled to meet with the buyer inside of an old abandoned building in a secluded part of town. Yuka thought it seemed like an obvious place to meet with potential buyers but since the building was surrounded by scaffolding, presumably from an old abandoned construction project, she figured they would be hidden well enough from any prying eyes. When they arrived on site, Mimic relinquished control of the vehicle and assumed his doll form soon after. He then exited the vehicle along with Chrono, who quickly circled around the car to open the door for Overhaul and Yuka. She let Overhaul exit the vehicle first then proceeded to follow him outside. The air was damp as it has recently rained. Yuka was glad she had brought her coat along with her as it was getting pretty chilly this time of year. She watched closely as the others arrived. They stepped out of the van one by one, glaring at her as they passed in front of her. Yuka was growing tired of their blatant distrust, but couldn't exactly fault them for it. They were immensely loyal to their leader and she had been the one to betray him. She tried to push the thought out of her mind as they all filed into the building to meet with the mysterious buyer.

Overhaul stayed close to her the entire time, watching over her closely while simultaneously trying to seem as uninterested in her as possible. This didn't exactly work as she would constantly catch him glancing over at her. This made her nervous as she felt like he was scrutinizing her every move. She tried to focus on the task at hand and forced herself to look straight ahead, following the others as they reached the rendez-vous point. They could see a few thugs standing around through the unfinished walls of a room, presumably waiting for their arrival. Once they noticed them approaching, they straightened up as one of their number stepped forward to address them.

"Took you long enough," the man scoffed as he chewed on a toothpick discontentedly.

She noticed Overhaul scrunching his nose in disgust, which was also how she had initially reacted to the man standing in front of them. He was accompanied by a few thugs, presumably his henchmen, who were all scattered around the room with weapons in their hands. Most of them were wielding firearms. They looked over at Overhaul and his men with distrustful eyes, while the Shie Hassaikai stood calmly in front of them, not showing any signs of hostility towards them.

"Apologies for the delay," Overhaul answered graciously. She could tell that he was making an effort to sound polite. "You said you had news on the prototype?"

The man shook his head before taking a step forward. "I wanna see the merchandise first…"

As soon as he stepped forward, he heard the sound of weapons being drawn. All of Overhaul's men had taken out their guns, while Yuka's hand traveled instinctively to the grip of her blade. The other thugs responded by taking out their weapons as well. Her dark eyes scrutinized them from afar, carefully analyzing them in case any of them decided to make a move towards them. A small amount of smoke had already started to seep out of her mask when Overhaul lifted his hands to stop everyone from attacking.

"At ease," he said to his men. "We're not here to start a fight." He then turned his head towards one of the larger men of his group. "Bring in the case…"

One of the two muscly men stepped forward bearing a large metal case in his left hand. He then handed it to Overhaul, who turned it over towards the thug leader before opening it. The case was filled with a series of vials and a large number of bullets identical to the ones they had been shot with back at the warehouse. Yuka remained alert, looking around while the two men exchanged pleasantries. They spoke of the drug that laced the bullets and of its effectiveness. Overhaul seemed pleased with the information that he was receiving from the buyer. Meanwhile, Yuka spotted some movement coming from the front of the building. She pulled away from the group to investigate, making sure to keep her hand on her blade at all times. At first, there didn't seem to be anything happening, but after a few seconds, she heard the sound of a vehicle speeding nearby. She continued to listen for a moment and, sure enough, she saw a large van rounding the corner and heading straight for their position. She took a few steps back, unsure if the vehicle was going to turn into one of the adjacent streets, but as soon as she saw the doors swing open and a few of the passengers came tumbling out of the vehicle, she immediately started running towards the others.

"LOOK OUT!" she yelled.

Her first instinct was to run straight for Overhaul as he was the one that was most in line with the incoming van. She quickly pushed him out of the way as the vehicle came crashing into the building. She was then violently thrown against a wall as the vehicle suddenly exploded on impact. Everything fell silent for a moment as smoke and debris filled the area.

Yuka scrambled to her feet as she tried to ignore the ringing in her ears and the pounding inside her skull. She had no idea what had just happened, but she knew that she needed to find the others. As she looked around for any signs of life, the only thing she could find were bodies of the thugs they had come to meet with. The more bodies she encountered, the more worried she became. After a few more seconds of searching, she came across the suitcase they had brought with them and immediately moved to retrieve it. As she bent down to grab it, she felt a sharp pain rip through her abdomen. At the same time, she heard a noise coming from up ahead, but could only make out a few vague shapes moving about through the smoke. She was then startled by someone grabbing her by the shoulder, whipping her around. She turned to see Chrono frantically pulling her towards him. She could only hear the sound of his muffled voice speaking to her as her hearing had been impaired by the blast. He kept asking the same thing over and over again. Where's Overhaul? Where's Overhaul?! After a few moments, she finally realized what he was saying and started looking around frantically to see if she could spot him. Right on queue, Overhaul suddenly emerged from the fog, looking disheveled but otherwise seemingly unharmed.

"Overhaul!" Kurono exclaimed as he ran towards his boss.

Overhaul growled angrily. "What the hell just happened?!"

Yuka seemed too shocked to move. She kept clutching the briefcase as she stared blankly at the air around her. She tried making sense of what had just happened but couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Something didn't feel right… She tried to take a step forward but was immediately halted by the same pain coming from her abdomen. She instinctively pressed her hand to her stomach and was surprised with how wet it felt. She then lifted her hand to her face and saw that her hand had been stained red with blood.

"Overhaul…" Chrono said grimly.

As her eyes traveled down her body, she saw the red circles that stained her white dress shirt. The explosion had sent a bunch of shrapnel flying into her stomach and she was now bleeding out from multiple wounds. As she turned to face the two men, her legs suddenly gave out and she immediately dropped the case as she came crashing down on the ground. Her vision was fading rapidly but she could feel that something had caught her while she was falling.

"Chrono, find the others!" she heard Overhaul yell.

"What about you?!" his right hand man replied.

"I'm fine! Just get the others!"

Yuka was desperately trying to stay awake, but the pain in her stomach was almost too much for her to bear. She cried out from the pain, writhing uncontrollably as Overhaul placed her down on the ground.

"Shit…! Just hold on!"

She could feel a sudden draft of air on her abdomen as Overhaul ripped her shirt open. He disintegrated his gloves and started working on trying to heal her wounds with his quirk, but it was no use. The shrapnel pieces were embedded deep within her and were preventing him from closing up her wounds.

"CRAP!" he shouted angrily, combing his bloodied fingers nervously through his hair. "Just… hold on, Yuka!"

She felt his hands press against her stomach once again and the pain amplified itself tenfold, making her scream out in agony. She continued to squirm wildly for a moment before falling completely still. As her vision grew dark, she couldn't help but wonder if this was it. Was she going to die? She didn't have much time to think about it before darkness finally closed in on her, swallowing her whole.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to die. Never in a million years would she have thought that things would end as suddenly as they did. Everything went cold, darkness stretched around her in all directions. It all felt so futile. She hadn't achieved anything and had only succeeded in hurting the ones that she loved. She wondered for a while where she would end up. Would she see her father again? Or would she just fade away into nothingness? An overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over her. She didn't want to go. There were so many things she regretted in life that she wished to rectify before her time was up, but it seemed as though her time had suddenly run dry. She wondered what the others would think once they realized she was gone. Would they even care? Would any of them actually care? She felt so utterly alone, alone in a sea of never-ending darkness, waiting for the end to finally come…

… but no such thing happened. Instead, she felt herself being pulled back from the brink and suddenly, her eyes fluttered open. Everything felt warm again as her vision adjusted itself to the ambient light. The lighting was dim, but she could still make out a few shapes within the room. Some of the furniture seemed familiar and after looking around for a few more seconds, she realized that she was laying on a sofa in Kai's room. This immediately shook her awake as she wondered what the hell she was doing in his bedroom. She looked around to see if Overhaul was standing in the room somewhere and, sure enough, she found him sitting in a chair next to the sofa she was currently lying on. He was leaning forward against his legs, his forehead pressed against his clasped hands as if he were praying. He usually did this whenever he was worried. This shocked her. Had he been worried about her? She tried to lift herself up from the couch only to realize just how heavy her limbs felt. This didn't stop her from trying as she slowly propped herself up on her elbows.

"W… What happened?" she asked, her voice coming out in a soft whisper.

The sound immediately shook him out of his thoughts as he lifted his head to stare at her. She could see the relief washed over his face even though he tried his best to hide it from her.

"We were attacked…" he answered calmly. "Some rival gang made an assassination attempt against our buyer. They somehow learned of his plans to meet with us and loaded up a truck full of explosives." He paused, his eyes growing dark with anger. "It seems they succeeded in taking him out…"

Yuka managed to prop herself up in a seated position. She recalled the van and had seen a few people tumble out of the vehicle before it crashed into the abandoned building. The rest was still a bit fuzzy, but she remembered feeling an immense amount of pain in her lower abdomen.

"What happened to me?" she asked, looking down at her stomach and realizing that she had been changed into a fresh set of clothes.

She gently pulled up her shirt, lifting up the garment to see that her stomach was completely devoid of any marks or injuries. She ran her hand over her skin, almost wondering if she had imagined the pain earlier when Overhaul suddenly replied.

"Tengai didn't have time to erect a barrier," he started explaining. "So you were the first to be hit by the explosion. The blast sent shrapnel flying into your stomach which prevented me from closing up your wounds…"

He seemed to struggle with his own words, almost as if it were painful for him to describe what had happened. Yuka stared at him in confusion, but was too shocked to say anything. She remembered feeling the blood on her hand when she had pressed it against her belly. It seemed unlikely that the incident had left her without a single scratch on her body, but then she remembered that Kai's quirk could completely reverse this kind of damage fairly easily.

"I had to completely open up your stomach in order to get all of the pieces out," he declared.

Her eyes grew wide. No wonder she felt such excruciating pain, but what shocked her even more was the fact that he had gone through such extreme lengths just to save her, the one person he had despised since they first reunited.

"You… saved me," she stated, as if speaking it out loud would somehow make it more real. "... but that doesn't explain why I'm in your room."

It made some sense to her why he would try and save her life. At the very least, he could have done it just because he needed her for his plans. What she didn't get was why, instead of bringing her to her room, he had brought her to his. Was he planning on punishing her? The thought had crossed her mind but, judging by how he was acting, she suspected it was something else entirely…

"I figured," he started to speak, turning his gaze away from her as he did. "You would be safer here than in your room…"

This sounded more like an excuse than an actual explanation. Before she could ask him about it again, he suddenly got up and started pacing around the room. He kept anxiously combing his fingers through his auburn hair while he paced around the room, making sure to keep his back to her so that he didn't have to look at her. How could he after what he had been through? He had hated her from the very start, wanted her dead even, but when the time came for her to die, the only thing he could think about was how scared he was of losing her again. He had watched countless others die in front of him without a single shred of remorse, but when it came to her, he just couldn't stand by and watch her die, and that terrified him. He had spent all of these years hating her for leaving him, yet it was still not enough for him to completely disregard her. He knew deep down, there was still a shred of him that cared for her, and he knew full well that she could see that side of him now. It was so painfully obvious now that even he couldn't hide away from his feelings anymore and it angered him to no end that even now, he couldn't bring himself to hate her despite everything she had done to him.

The air around them had grown so thick with tension that you could cut it with a knife. Neither of them knew what to say to each other. They both had tried so hard just to forget one another that they didn't know what to do now that it was clear they both still had feelings for one another. Yuka continued to look around the room, trying to find something that might distract her from the current situation and that's when something all too familiar caught her eye. She could hardly believe what she saw so she carefully got up from the sofa, having somewhat regained her strength, and approached the object in question. Overhaul watched as she approached one of the dressers, on top of which sat a finely crafted katana wrapped in silk. It had been carefully placed upon a decorative stand. His amber eyes followed her as she picked up the blade and carefully unwrapped it, before running her hand along the scabbard, instantly recognizing it.

"You… kept my old blade…" she said incredulously.

He hadn't just kept it. He had gingerly wrapped it in a sheet of silk and had placed it on a rack on top of his dresser, right in front of his bed no less. She continued to unwrap the blade, marveling at how beautifully preserved it was. Not a single scratch could be seen anywhere on the blade. She then set the weapon down on the dresser, turning towards him slowly as he instinctively turned away from her so that his back was facing towards her.

She hesitated for a moment. She knew full well how susceptible he was and how he had been made even more so after she had left, but after seeing what she had just seen, she knew that she needed to say something to him. Slowly, she started to make her way over to him, leaning her head to the side in an attempt to see his face. He turned his head further away from her, but she still managed to catch a glimpse of his expression for a few short seconds. He had a pained look on his face, as if he were fighting back against something. Yuka hesitated again for a short while, before stepping a bit closer to him so that she was standing facing his shoulder while he leaned his head away from her.

"I know I've said this to you before," she started to say. "And I know you may not want to hear it, but it was never my intention to hurt you, Kai…"

He seemed to recoil when she said his name, but otherwise, it didn't seem like he was getting angry with her, so she continued.

"I realize that there was no other way things could have gone when I decided to leave the Shie Haissaikai behind…" She lowered her eyes. "When I… left you behind…"

She gingerly reached for his arm, causing him to jump at the contact. She could hear his breath quicken as she squeezed his arm gently. She had expected him to back away from her or even worse, turn around and push her away, but he did none of those things. Instead, he continued to look away from her, his exhalations coming out in shaky, controlled breaths as he tried not to recoil from her hand touching his arm.

"But I'm here now," she declared in a softer tone. "And for all it's worth, I am so… so sorry for all the pain that I have caused you."

His eyes fluttered open at her words. He still wouldn't look at her, but she could tell that he was struggling with himself.

"I know there isn't anything I can do to fix the past…" she said as she looked up at him once again. "But I'm here now. You can trust me. I'm not here to hurt you anymore…"

She pulled off the glove that she had previously been wearing and slowly started to make her way down the length of his arm. When her fingertips finally grazed the exposed skin on his arm, she could hear his breath hitch behind his mask. She felt him tense up at her touch and she froze for a moment, gauging his reaction. He seemed to want to stop her for a moment, but stilled himself once he saw that his skin hadn't flared up from her touch. Seeing as he wasn't stopping her, she continued making her way down his forearm. Gently, she slid her fingers underneath his glove, unfurling his fingers as she looked up to see his reaction. He seemed uncomfortable at first, but quickly relaxed himself once their fingers were intertwined with each other. It had been ages since he'd let anyone get this close to him. Still monitoring his reactions, she started to remove his glove with her free hand. She then felt his hand suddenly grab her by the wrist, making her jump. She stared at him with panicked eyes, wondering if she had gone too far. He then pulled her hand from beneath his glove, turning towards her as he did while he stared at her with piercing amber eyes. His movements were calm and calculated. Once he had released his hand from her, he brought both his hands up to where the straps of his mask met his head. He then unhooked the straps from his ears which sent Yuka's heart into a frenzy. She looked away shyly, feeling her cheeks grow hot as she realized only now that she hadn't been wearing a mask this entire time. He didn't seem to mind though, as he proceeded to remove his own mask, placing it down on the dresser behind him.

It had been years since she had seen his face, but despite the many years that had separated them, he still looked like the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago. His eyes seemed to stare at her for what felt like an eternity, and just when Yuka was about to say something, she felt his lips suddenly collide with hers. It came to her as a surprise at first. She wasn't expecting him to be so forward, but as soon as she realized what was happening, she gladly let herself be swept away by his kiss. His tongue greedily pushed past her lips as his hands quickly found both of her arms and pushed her back towards the bed. Once it hit the back of her legs, she toppled backwards with him falling right on top of her. This surprised her even more. He couldn't help it. He had been struggling against his urges for weeks now. It had been building up inside of him from the very start. He hoped that by having her close to him, he would feel some measure of relief, but it only served to heighten his desire for her and he just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to touch her, feel her, claim her all for himself. He wanted to be rid of all the filthy thoughts he had of her day in and day out. All ailments have the potential for a cure. Maybe if he claimed her, the foul urges he felt would go away. Maybe once he had her, he wouldn't be plagued by her image anymore…

He knew deep down that what he felt was wrong. He felt disgusted with himself. She had been tainted by the outside world and had brought that infection with her when she had stepped back into his life. She had stained him with her grimey presence, infected him with these foul desires. She needed to be punished. She needed to see just how filthy she had made him.

He could hardly get enough of her supple lips. They felt so positively sinful against his own. He could feel the tightness in his pants and resented the growing twitch between his thighs. He needed to get a hold of himself. It was bad enough that he needed her so much. He needed to calm down. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her, standing up from the bed while looking down at her panting expression. While she was catching her breath, his eyes moved downwards towards the clothes she was wearing. Methodically, he started to remove his gloves one hand at a time, igniting a fire deep within her belly as she watched him from the bed. He then slid his bare hands over her thighs, watching her closely as he did so. The fabric then started to unravel as Overhaul's quirk did its work. He then reassembled the garment in his hand before casting it aside.

There was something about the way he looked at her while he carefully unraveled her clothes that made the pit of her stomach burn with desire. He hadn't taken his eyes off her once and she knew better than to look away. Not that she wanted to. She was ashamed to admit it, but she had wanted this, had wanted him. The way his yellow eyes scrutinized every inch of her body drove her mad with lust. She wanted him so bad and it showed by how much she was struggling to keep her thighs from rubbing against one another.

He seemed to find her feeble attempt at friction quite amusing. He couldn't help but find her just a tad bit pathetic. He let out a low chuckle as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He could see how desperate she was for him, and though he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her and ravage her like the dirty little wretch that she was, he was determined to take his time with her.

"Just look at you," he spoke in a condescending tone. "To think you'd already be drooling for me…"

She turned her gaze away from him ashamedly. She could feel her cheeks growing even hotter as he climbed back up on top of her. After a few seconds, she could feel his hot breath on her as he whispered to her ear.

"How badly do you want this, I wonder…" he pondered out loud. A low chuckle then erupted from his throat. "We'll see soon enough, won't we?"

As his fingers slowly started to make their way down the curve of her body, Yuka felt something change inside of her. This made her shudder as she knew exactly what was happening. She could feel the nerves in her body becoming more and more sensitive as Kai gradually changed them using his quirk. She knew this technique of his quite well as he had used it on her many times in the past, though she hadn't expected him to use it on her so soon. As he slowly made his way down the length of her body, she tried to hold back her sighs. She cursed him mentally for using such an underhanded move against her, even though her body wholeheartedly disagreed. Every nerve on her body was crying out for more and Kai knew this all too well. The situation was made even worse by the fact that he seemed to enjoy her struggling, which made her that much more determined not to give him what he wanted.

"Come now," he smirked. "There's no use pretending. We both know this is what you've wanted from the start…"

Her efforts were rendered completely futile once his hand reached between her thighs. As his fingers grazed her swollen bud, a loud moan came ripping out of her throat, making her arch backwards as she struggled to contain her pleasure.

"That's it…" he growled into her ear. "Now the honesty is starting to show."

He continued rubbing circles around her clit, heightening it the same way he did with the rest of her body. Yuka tried forcing herself to stay quiet but her moans just kept coming out in stifled groans through her closed mouth. She just couldn't sit still either, writhing in pleasure underneath his torturous fingers as they slowly dug into her wet hole.

"Thaaat's it…" he repeated as her voice escaped her mouth once more, moaning as he wiggled his fingers inside of her. "You just can't help it, can you? Your own body, fighting against you…"

"Bastard-!" she managed to blurt out before stifling out another moan.

"Ohh come now, where's all that honesty gone?" he chuckled softly. "Weren't you my honest girl not too long ago?"

He started pumping his fingers into her, making her body ache each time they reached into her core. She could feel her resolve start to falter with each stroke as her moans slipped past her more and more frequently.

Another sadistic laugh erupted from Overhaul's curled lips. "Ohh the way you squirm… The way that you just can't sit still…" He punctuated his words with a harsh thrust into her core.

He continued to pump his fingers into her gummy walls, stimulating every weak spot he knew she had. She knew that he was toying with her. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her, but refused to give in to it. After breathing a few heavy exhales, she managed to regain some semblance of control over her own body and proceeded to stare defiantly at Kai, who's smirk grew even wider.

"Still fighting back are we?" he snickered darkly. "It's no use… Sooner or later, your body will cave in to the pleasure and you'll have no choice but to surrender…"

Without warning, he started running circles around her clit with his thumb and used his quirk to amp up the pleasure even more. Electric waves ran through her body as she arched backwards, squirming and grunting wildly. She had almost climaxed from the sudden surge of pleasure and was reeling from the sudden change of pace. She gripped the sheets as she tried not to be overwhelmed by all this stimulation, but it was as he said. At some point her body would give in and she could do nothing to stop it. She could already feel the pressure mounting inside of her, ready to erupt at any moment. She was so close, so close she could almost taste it. She could feel her entire body scream out in agony, begging for release. She could feel her walls tightening around Kai's fingers, a tell-tale sign that she was about to climax. She felt her mind go blank as moans came pouring out of her mouth. She could feel it, it was coming, then… everything froze. She felt herself on the brink of climaxing when suddenly, he pulled back, releasing his hand from her and sending her mind spinning.

"Not yet," he barked, pressing his lips to her ear. "Not until you show me more honestly."

She squirmed frantically beneath him, trying to rub her thighs together to produce any sort of friction, anything that would send her over the edge, but Overhaul held her down, pinning her wrists against the mattress and constricting her underneath the weight of his body.

"I want to hear you beg for it," he commanded her. "Go on… Beg for me to let you cum."

She kept wriggling and writhing underneath his grasp, desperate for release. She had lost all inhibition when she had been denied her orgasm. Now, she was desperate, desperate for him to let her cum. Her eyes pleaded with him, begged him to finish what he'd started, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to see just how desperate she could be.

"P… Pleaaaaase!" she pleaded with him. "Please just… just let me cum!"

His eyes flashed with nefarious intent, his smile widening.

"Now now… there are better words you could use…" he growled maliciously.

He gave her wrist a slight squeeze, igniting her body even more thanks to his quirk but still not allowing her to climax. It was as if his quirk was also preventing her from achieving an orgasm while also building up the pleasure to an agonizing level. She could barely think with how much her body ached and writhed. All she wanted was to find release, even if it meant throwing out her dignity in the process.

"Please… I beg you," she managed to croak out. "I beg you to let me cum! Pleaaaaaase!"

She could see his eyes grow wild with excitement, like a wild beast hunting down its prey.

"You want me to make you cum?" he asked coyly.

"Yes!" she answered eagerly.

"Yes, sir…" he corrected her in a stern tone.

"Y-Yes, sir!" she quickly responded. "P-Please just let me cum… I'm begging you, please! Let me cum! I-I… want to cum so bad!"

After hearing her beg and plead a few more times, he seemed satisfied and leaned down against her ear once again to whisper:

"Cum for me then…"

He then plunged his fingers back into her folds, massaging her insides as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as he did earlier. She felt the rush of pleasure surge through her body once again, this time with even more fervor as a stream of screams and moans erupted from her mouth.

"Yesss! Oh yes! Yes yeesss! Oh YESSS!" she screamed repeatedly.

Nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck, he continued to work her all the way to the finish. He felt her walls collapse around his fingers as she suddenly bucked beneath the weight of his body. Overhaul watched as her head swung backwards and her body convulsed in pure, unbridled ecstasy. Her voice came out in a loud shriek as she continued to shake uncontrollably from the immense tidal wave of pleasure. It seemed to last for ages, but after a few long seconds, she finally came crashing down from her high. Her breaths were labored, her body drenched in sweat. He smiled. Now she was as filthy on the outside as she was on the inside. But he wasn't done with her. He had merely shown her who was in charge. Now, it was time for him to purge himself of his foul urges…

As he left her to catch her breath, he carefully started to undress himself. Yuka heard the sound of clinking metal and immediately turned to see where it originated from. To her surprise, she found Kai stripped completely naked at the edge of the bed. Once he was nude, he climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. She jerked when she felt the hard tip of his cock press against her wet folds. She had barely recovered from their previous endeavors and was still feeling quite sensitive. She figured he still hadn't reversed the effects of his quirk and it just occurred to her that he might never. Sensuously, he ran his hands along her inner thighs. Although he seemed calm, his eyes burned with unbridled lust. Once his eyes made contact with hers, she felt a wave of excitement course through her body.

"You see this?" he asked as he proceeded to slap her with his cock. "You did this to me… and now, you're going to take responsibility…"

With his arms wrapped around her thighs, he eased himself into her, letting out a long, breathy moan as her body took him inside. It was almost too much for him. He nearly came just from the sensation of her cunt sucking him in. Yuka cried out softly as she felt him reach deep inside her. The two of them stood motionless for a while, savoring each other before turning to look at one another. Yuka's eyes pleaded with him. She had cum before but it was still not enough. She wanted more of him and there was no way he was going to stop now. Not when she felt this good.

Gripping her thighs, he thrusted into her soft, open legs. He could feel his senses unraveling but he wanted to savor every moment of this. He started to thrust at a slow, steady pace, his eyes fixed on her flushed expression. Her body was still sensitive from the changes he had made to it thanks to his quirk and he could see how her mind was slowly coming apart each time he drove his hips into her. It was positively foul seeing her fucked-out expression as he slowly picked up the pace, sending himself into more and more of a frenzy. He couldn't help it. Seeing her at the mercy of his cock made him wild with lust. He couldn't help but go faster, drive his hips harder into her. When he felt her gaze drift away, he quickly jerked her head around using one hand, grabbing her by the jaw as his piercing yellow eyes bore into hers.

"Don't you dare look away!" His voice came out in a raspy growl. "I want you to look at me when you cum…"

His hand drifted down towards her neck, grabbing it as he gave her a light squeeze. Yuka's eyelids fluttered slightly for a second. He knew she liked this, knew how hungry this made her for him. He continued to drive his hips into her, thrusting faster and faster as his hand gripped her neck harder and harder. He could feel her body grow more and more numb as he squeezed, giving him even more leeway to thrust deeper into her. She couldn't make a sound anymore, not while his hand was around her neck, and when her body finally climbed all the way up to its peak she felt her eyes roll backwards as her body was overcome with pleasure. Her insides started twitching wildly around his cock, sucking him in as he suddenly stopped thrusting into her. He couldn't help but savor the twitching of her cunt as she climaxed around him, squeezing his cock and milking him into a pleasure that made him see white even though he knew, deep down, he should be utterly disgusted.

"Yesss… Keep it going," he moaned, letting go of her neck as both hands gripped her thighs, trying to pull her even closer to him somehow. "Oh god YES!"

Yuka gasped out loudly when his hand left her neck. She tried to suck in as much air as she could while her body was still convulsing in pleasure. She could feel Overhaul's quirk working on her body again, making her orgasm last as long as it could.

"Yukaaa…!"

He could hear himself as he came. The way her name escaped his lips while he emptied himself inside of her. It dawned on him that whatever he was feeling, it wasn't going away. Yuka had been the only thing he wanted within a mile of him. Maybe she wasn't a disease. Maybe she was the cure…

As he came down from his insane high, so did Yuka, as he relinquished control over her body and slowly started to put it back the way it was before. Yuka let out another loud gasp, struggling to breathe as she took huge gulps of air into her lungs. Kai was also feeling slightly out of breath and leaned his forehead on the inside of her knee, kissing her damp skin while he was slowly catching his breath. After a long pause where they both struggled to catch their breaths, they turned to look at each other. Kai leaned forward, sliding his fingers between hers as he bent down to kiss her. The two of them shared a sloppy kiss as their breaths mingled with each other. After a few moments, he pressed his forehead to hers, breathing heavily as his eyelids fluttered open.

Yuka could see the realization slowly creeping over Kai's face. His previously exhausted expression was slowly replaced with one of disgust and panic. His eyes darted wildly towards their interlaced figure and he slowly started to back away from her. Yuka, not wanting him to fall into some kind of panic attack, shot up from the bed, grabbing both his wrists as she looked straight into his eyes.

"We can get you cleaned up," she said to him in a rushed tone.

This seemed to calm him down somewhat. He closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded, peeling himself away from her as he got up for the bed. Yuka grabbed for one of the covers on the bed to wrap him while she ushered him into the on-suite bathroom. She then quickly turned on the shower for him, making sure the water was the right temperature before motioning him inside. She was about to turn away to let him clean himself when she felt his hand grab her wrist. She looked back at him only to see him timidly pulling her into the shower. She dropped the covers she had taken from the bed and quietly slipped into the shower with him.