(A/N: The right one is what you are wearing)

The wind fanned your face softly like a gentle touch, your (h/c) hair fluttering by it. Sitting outside a cafe with the sun caressing your skin, you turned the next page of the newspaper. Your eyes not leaving the words printed on the paper, you extended a hand toward your cup of tea and slowly brought it to your lips.

Taking a sip, you put back the cup on the table. Loud noises reached your ears, and you frowned momentarily. Eyes hid by sunglasses wandered to the source of the commotion, seeing an adult man yelling at a poor waitress. He was complaining about how cold is coffee was, and the young girl who was certainly a beginner kept apologizing while bowing her head.

You clicked your tongue, your expression becoming annoyed as the fool continued to insult the waitress.

"So irritating that noise..." you growled.

Suddenly, the man stood up abruptly. This caused the young girl to take a step back in surprise as he towered over her easily. He lifted his hand as if to back-slap her, and you merely snapped your fingers. Right after, the man found himself head first in a trashcan. The girl blinked in surprise, thinking that just a moment ago the customer was standing in front of her.

Murmurs and whispers came from the bystanders, but it didn't last long that they returned to their boring conversation. You smirked internally, doing the same with your eyes flicking back to the newspaper. Unfortunately, your moment of peace was cut by the arrival of criminals. Well, what they'll become once you're done with them.

There was around ten of them, all wearing dark clothes and masks to hide their identities. The people standing inside and outside the cafe all screamed in terror when they pulled out guns from the pockets of their pants. You, on the other hand, was still casually sipping your tea and reading the news.

"Oi, that woman over there" yelled one of the criminals. "What the hell is she doing?"

"Maybe she's just an idiot" suggested another, shrugging his shoulders.

"Stupid, don't you see she's blind?"

"What the hell are you talking about?! Wearing sunglasses doesn't make you blind"

"One thing for sure, I'm not deaf" you replied loudly with a bored tone. "Can you keep it down? I'm trying to read peacefully here..."

You felt that one of them moved right behind you, the barrel of his gun rolling and clicking. A cold sensation was applied to the back of your head.

"Put down the newspaper. If you do as we say, you may survive" ordered darkly the criminal.

You snorted, and nonchalantly threw the newspaper on the table. You lifted your hands as in surrender, a smirk still on your lips. The next second after, you disappeared from the male's sight like the blink of an eye. The criminal and his followers let out cries of surprise, their heads whipping left and right in search of you.

You whistled to get their attention, now sitting on top of the cafe's sign. Your fingers entwined together and elbows leaning lazily against your thighs, you gave the criminals a smile.

"You know...I feel like playing a little game with you. That's what you certainly want, by disturbing me in my free time" you spoke, tilting your head.

"W-What kind of Quirk is that?! Teleportation?!"

"You can say that, and at the same time you can't. As an example, look at this tree over there" you pointed at said object behind them. "I don't like where they put it. I think it will look better at the center of the cafe..."

Lifting one finger, all your environment only to your eyes to see became different shades of blue. Lines made of light were drawn on the ground like a checkered floor, glowing a purple color. Twisting your fingers, the slab of the tree moved like in a video game and replaced the one at the very center of the cafe. Snapping your finger, your world returned the same and the tree was right there where you wanted.

"I-IMPOSSIBLE!"

"SHE WAS ABLE TO MOVE THE TREE"

"It's her! It's Matrice!"

"Well done. At least one of you did his homework" you applauded in sarcasm.

You lifted your sunglasses to reveal what was behind them. Instead of normal eyes, they were instead black orbs filled with green binary numbers and mathematics formulas. A criminal commented on your eyes and how terrifying they looked. A corner of your lips lowered in displeasure, opening one palm at him:

"I'll tell you this. Once you enter the Matrix, you're on my playground"