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ou always dreamed of being a doctor. And you became one. Until that shitty day.
After the tragedy, you became nothing. Thanks to all the high-ranking people you knew, you managed to hide. And survive.
Far away from the literal palace you used to spend enjoyables days, you lived in a little studio, near an industrial complex. The street was noisy, the view was smokey and it smelled fuel and gas all around the zone. The studio was small. The bedroom was in the kitchen, the kitchen in the living room, and the living room in the bedroom. Really small. Sometimes, you almost feel comfort in misery, in the humble nest you made yourself. You didn’t have to pay attention to how you were dressing anymore. Your old clothes being left at your home, ample shirts and pairs of jeans were your daily bread. Goodbye pretty skirts and fancy tops, slutty dresses or unbearably painful heels. That also meant that your diet changed, for better or worse. At your surprise you gained weight. But It made sense when you realised you didn’t depraved yourself anymore and the constant job-anxiety were no longer burning all your fats. Your body-image was now a distant memory that did not matter anymore. The only thing you did was dying your hair (f/c).
You always have been a routine person and somehow this life allowed it at last.
Thanks to your old profession, you moved up the ladder quite fast as a doctor in the black market. (Bona fide) doctors were sparse in the underground. Most of them were quacks with as many skills as first year students. But your name was infamous, fortunately. You had to abort really famous heroes, politicians or wifes who had cheated on their rich husbands. Sometimes you cut fingers for the mafia - some of the yakuzas wanted to have their work done properly - or even toes. Instead of the immoral operations you had to do, you enjoyed doing a perfect job, like you used to do to accomplish your dream. There was no pressure from your superiors anymore, no more oppressive boundaries or stricts protocols. They call you Dr. Health Death.
You were young, 25, and you became a doctor very young too. Because of your quirk, you already knew a lot of things about the human body, pathologies and cures. As you were able to control other people's hormones, and yours too even more easily, you were able to cure a lot of diseases by using your quirk. You had been remarked at the age of 8 by the greatests physicians of Japan because of your quirk, and at 24 you obtained your doctorat.
One day, you were told about, by your really (really) creepy neighbour, of the people who owned all the studios of the neighbourhood. They were called - what a fancy name you thought- the League of Villains. You were not a huge fan of the heroes, as they were the ones who made you fall into that creepy hole, furthermore you did not cheer the villains. Your only wish was to keep as many people alive as possible.
Until now, you managed to pay the groceries, all the taxes and all the shit you had to deal with. It was the middle of December, your heater broke, and of course you did not have enough money to fix it, as you had to pay the plumber last mounth to repair the leak in your roof. You had to find a new job.
Yeah you did not really support the villains, but it was your only idea at the moment.
--------------- Shigaraki Pov -----------------
“Mmh yes...I was so bored! It’s been a long time since I didn't turn someone into dust ! The hideout was almost too clean lately…” he laughed. Kurorigi, at his left, glanced a look at his boss. With the same serious voice as always, without paying attention to Shigaraki's “joke”, asked him “ So I let her introduce herself to you, boss ?”
“Of course”, Shigaraki grinds.
The misty man opened a portal, left for several seconds, and came back with you. You were a little bit nervous, even though you knew your value. Dabi, sprawled on his chair to the right of his boss, straightened, more than interested at what he was witnessing. Kurorigi, as he helped you pass the portal, took a look at his boss. You were very intrigued by the appearance of the man in the middle of the room. The filtered lights left a weird impression of hostility. Not to say it was almost dark. But you could discern very easily what seems to be a hand grabbing his face, his shoulders, and his arms. You couldn’t see his face, only his hair, very light blue hair, a little bit curly and very dry. He was not tall, but not small either. Not fat, not skinny. It was a physical examination you used to practice on every patient you have had to care for. But this time this was not a patient and you weren't the one who had to examine. He didn’t move an inch. However, you were distracted by a half-burned-blue-eyed man, staring at you right in the eyes, leaning his head on the side as he smirked at you “Oh goddamnit, you’re fine babe, sad for you our boss made you come here only to ki…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Shigarki yissed at his employee.
He never had a pretty girl so close to him before. It was like his head stopped working at the moment he saw you. God you were interesting.