In a dark alley in the outskirts of Mustafu a black tar manifests in thin air. Shortly after, a man with white hair bursts from the portal winded and breathing heavily. Blood stained his clothes from the fight with his nemesis, the so called Symbol of Peace. Staggering he makes his way to the wall and collapses against it, using the remaining energy he has to heal the wounds on his body from the battle. "Damn him. It seems that All Might is going to be the one to defeat me. I couldn't so much as touch him this time round. I'm beginning to believe that I actually going insane, for centuries I have been doing the same thing over and over again. Eventually it will be the end of me but fighting the holders of my brothers quirk is the definition of insanity. I'm done with this foolishness. If he wants me gone then there will be not a single trace." He says to himself as he relaxes against the brick wall. "It's best I rest somewhere. Change my appearance and lose any and all traces. No more will I battle the holders of One for All, I will not fall victim to their insanity." He says to himself, relaxing his voice and speaking with a softer tone. "Shigaraki Zencho is no more. I need a new name and new face one that All Might will not recognize." Muttering to no one except himself, he stands from the brick wall stretching and removing his tattered tuxedo jacket. Discarding It I'm a dumpster soon to be emptied, he rolls up the sleeves on his white tieless dress shirt before beginning anew in Mustafu.

Checking into a rather lavish hotel, he locks himself away in the penthouse suite. Unbuttoning the white shirt and discarding that garment as well. Opening the mahogany door and stepping into the bathroom of the suite, he stares back at himself through the glass of the mirror. His red soulless eyes tired from countless years of battle, genocide and thievery. His hair had been white for as long as he can remember, when he was young it was once onyx black, it had been bleached white due to his evil. The white acting as a sign of his purity as an evil entity. With a deep breath, he drags his fingers through his hair, its color changing from the roots to the tips after his hand passes through it. Filling the sink with water, he splashes it on his face, wiping away the soot from battle and the tiredness from his eyes. When he looks up once more he sees the man he used to be, jet black hair and green eyes now stare back at him.

"I haven't seen that face in 500 years. I didn't even remember that I had freckles. They are going to without a doubt track the banking information I was using the fund the efforts creating my league of villains but they can't track it if all of it was liquidated." He mutters to himself exiting the bathroom and walking over to the bed. "Tomorrow is a new day and the start of my new life. It's best that I withdrawal everything from the accounts. That can wait until tomorrow." He mutters before tucking himself away to rest after his final battle with All Might.

The next day had come with his morning beginning with him going right towards the banks where he had deposited the cash for his endeavors as the symbol of evil. Since it was a large withdrawal, the banks would need to see the face of the man who he originally was for them. To avoid dangers of tracking, the villain had used multiple faces thanks to a quirk of some back alley dealer who crossed him some decades back. 'Just how many faces did I have to use? This is ridiculous.' It took several hours, but He was able to take all the cash he had saved away out of the banks. Now he can start anew. "I wonder what I should do if I need to present a quirk? My real one is an obvious no. So what should I use?" He began muttering to himself before bumping into a woman. This causes her to loose the stack of papers she was holding causing them to scatter about the windy day.

"I'm so sorry sir. I wasn't paying attention all that well." The woman apologized and bowed to Him.

"Not to worry. I wasn't all that attentive either. I guess you can put a little of that blame on my end. Here let me help you with that mess of papers." The woman looked up to smile at him.

"Thank you sir." The moment he glanced at the woman, he saw hints of the seventh user of OFA in her face. "Quite the wind today. Perfect for scattering papers." 

"Yes. Quite." He answers before noticing the same beauty mark his former nemesis once had.'God dammit. If there's a god that exists, is this your way of punishing me for killing the past users of OFA!?' He internally shouted to himself while helping pick up the papers the woman dropped. "I never got your name miss..."

"Shimura. Inko Shimura." she answers, Hisashi's heart stops for a moment as the shock hits him.

'Fuck!' "It's nice to meet you Shimura. I apologize for the death of your mother, she was an amazing hero." He states as he helps with the papers, the two accidentally touch each other's hands upon grabbing the last piece.

"I-it's fine. I never knew my mother, I grew up in a foster home and was never adopted out. Thank you for your condolences though." Before they could part, something strange was asked out of Inko. "But how did you know my mother was a hero?"

'Dammit! Now I gotta think of a lie! I'm not good on the spot like this.' "W-well my mother when she was young was a huge fan of her's and I kinda was brought up as one. The beauty mark under your lower lip is a bit of a give away however. You also hold a stunning resemblance to her; it's almost uncanny." Inko heard this lie to smile.

"You really think so?"

"Positive. There's also this air around you that's somewhat of a natural born beauty as well." Inko blushed at this before answering.

"T-thank you for the compliment." She held onto the papers she had before saying her final goodbyes. "I really do appreciate the help you gave. I'm also extremely sorry about bumping into you."

"It's not a problem. Also, I wasn't paying attention and that probably didn't help." The two started going their separate ways before the sound of a car accelerating at insane speeds was heard.

A drunk driver speeds through a red light almost causing an accident. It barrels closer towards them and directly towards Inko. Before he could even react, he found himself lunging in front of Inko. Channeling a quirk he had stolen a while ago, he inhales as much air as he can. In a flash, fire hotter than the sun erupts from his mouth as he jumps in front of Inko. The intense heat melts through the car's frame and engine block before continuing through cutting the transmission, axels, drive shaft then finally the gas line and trunk. This perfectly bisects the car in two, one half harmlessly crashing into a dumpster, the part with the driver hits a fire hydrant that sprays water all over the spilt gas before it can ignite.

'What did I just do?! Did I just save the daughter of Shimura Nana?!' He couldn't comprehend what he did before looking behind him to see Inko shaken up immensely from the fact she just survived dying from a car hitting her.

"T-thank you." She didn't know what to say as everything was almost over for her in an instant.

"Are you alright?" He asked while bringing the still shaking woman to her feet.

"Y-yes. I-I'm just a little shaken from that is all. But how did you do that?"

'Guess I'm using Dragon Breath as my quirk.' "You see. I have a quirk that allows me to breathe flames extremely powerful and hot enough that even metal melts to it. But enough about that. Why don't I bring you to a shop and buy you some tea to help calm your nerves. I'm sure that'll help."

Inko smiled at the dark haired man before nodding. "I'd like that."

The two walked towards a small café that they were able to sit in. There, he ordered a pot of green tea for them to sit down and decompress over what they just had encountered. "So Shimura, tell me a bit about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

"I work as an assistant to a tax collection company in the area. I go around and give notices to people as well as handle the returns of people who have borrowed money from them. I'm currently in medical school at the University here."

"Interesting."

"What about you? What type of business are you in?"

'Why do I have to keep this charade up?' "I work for a company abroad, we're kinda grey area in human research since its genetic engineering. I've recently gotten the chance to spend some time back in Japan where I was trying to follow up on some rumors the guys over in the labs have been chatting about. They think that: with the rise of quirk altering quirks appearing in Japan and China, that a child born with the ability to take, give or create quirks can appear. We've heard of a villain possessing such a power but I for one don't think that's possible."

"Why is that?" She questions before sipping her tea.

"Well, quirks are a genetic mutation and an evolutionary trait unique to the individual. If one was to be taken then the DNA would have to be altered."

"But isn't it hard to determine that since so little is known about quirk anatomy? At least that's what I heard."

"We don't even have a significant hypothesis in whether or not a child will develop a quirk or when it will even happen. 3 weeks ago there was an occurance of a 75 year old man in the states who developed a quirk that causes him to age in reverse. The man basically has a phoenix quirk but only appeared when he almost died because of a heart attack. There's been instances of quirks appearing due to head trauma, puberty and even at birth. Frankly we have no idea how to even begin to predict when they show up. I think there just talking out their ass on all the crackpot theories they come up with just to retain funding."

"But wouldn't it be amazing if someone had that quirk? They could take the quirks of people that harm others and put them in someone that is genuinely wishing to do good for the world that couldn't manifest a quirk of their own."

"That's the problem, power corrupts people. Not a single soul has been born that is pure good, at least not yet. The experiments have yielded a man with multiple quirks but... he promptly lost his mind and started attacking people and had to be neutralized."

"That's terrible!"

"No, he was a death row convict we picked up from England. It's precisely why I said it was a bit of a moral grey area since it is human experimentation but it's on the literal scum of the earth. I had half a mind to shoot him myself after learning of what he did."

"So you experiment on villains that would get the needle?"

"Villains, pedophiles, mass murders, serial killers, terrorists. The list goes on and most times it's just a bullet to the head, since the lethal injection isn't exactly done by medical professionals because it would violate their Hippocratic oath." He noticed how much this was disgusting Inko to start changing the subject. "But our work does try and help benefit humanity in knowing just where we shouldn't go. I'm not even one of the doctors, I'm only the head of security. I just make sure what the doctors need in, gets in and what needs to stay in stays in. Trust me, if you would have read some of those files, you'd shoot them on sight much less look at them." Hisashi corrects and the look in her face disappears.

"Do you have problems with protestors or something similar?"

"Surprising. No, and even I am surprised by that. It pays well and I don't step foot on the research floor. Those doctors have issues, especially one named Chisaki Kai. That man is fucked in the head." Inko laughs at this comment.

"Holy shit that worked. Ok just roll with it. Her laugh is quite pleasant to the ears." He thinks to himself.

"W-would you care to do this again sometime? I enjoyed our little outing." Inko says with a bright closed eyed smile. "Thank you. For saving my life."

"I would enjoy doing this again with you Shimura Inko. Saving a life isn't something that should be taken lightly and isn't something I'm going to take gratitude for. It was merely the right thing." Inko remains quiet for a few moments and blushes before speaking.

"Inko. Please. Call me Inko."

"Then you may call me Hisashi."