A figure sat at a bar, letting his hand sway back and forth, watching the liquid in his glass dance around the rim of the container, it's color shimmering in the dull glow of the building's lighting. The figure then lifted the glass to his lips tilting his head back a bit further to ensure he didn't spill the drink on his clothing.

???: Don't let that drink kill you old man.

Another figure approached, moving closer to take a seat next to the first figure.

???: If it means I don't have to spend another second with you, I'd hope it does.

The first figure once again pressed the glass to his lips, drinking the entirety of the beverage. The figures truthfully didn't have much to say to each other, but the soft music playing in the room did little to break the silence that mustered between them. It was the second figure that ended up breaking the silence first.

???: Is that project of yours coming along?

???: I would say so. It is certainly progressing faster than I thought it would.

???: Still, it's weird you are poking around the kid so much. You usually couldn't care less.

The first figure chuckled softly and swirled what little was left of the substance in his glass.

???: Well... I get reminded of myself so often when he's around that I can't help but find a soft spot for the kid.

???: You sound more like you're trying to be a stepdad instead of doing your job.

???: Tsk, don't tell me what the hell to do, brat. I get my results and if I choose to care about it then I will.

???: Woah getting a little defensive there are we, Jacky?

Jack grumbled and looked around the bar, searching for the long-gone bartender.

Jack: This isn't a world where you can just get your happy ending. There are plenty of people that will come along and screw it up. You know it as well as me.

???: You can say that again...

Jack: He's a good kid which is why I feel more inclined to enlighten him and show him a point of view that he would agree with more than being a goody-two-shoes hero.

???: Hmph. Do you think the kid will so easily listen to you? I mean to him you probably seem like a fever-induced hallucination.

Jack chuckled once more and set his drink down, turning in his seat to lean back against the bar.

Jack: A kid like that is... fragile. Everything he cares about is slipping through his fingers and no matter how hard he clings to it, it is simply hurting him. It's like he's trying to hold together a pile of sand but he can't see that he's holding shards of glass.

???: That's a weird metaphor.

Jack: Still works. The kid doesn't see that the harder he clings to it the worse he hurts himself. He says he wants to save everyone and be a great hero, but you know what I got from him?

The other figure simply hummed, his attention elsewhere in the bar.

Jack: The kid doesn't want to be left alone. Abandoned to be precise. He just needs help and yet no one is trying to help him. Even his friends seem to be drifting down their respective paths as he chains himself down in self-doubt and sadness. A deadly concoction that is slowly turning into a sense of obsession and anger that even I was surprised to see.

???: So it's another kid with abandonment issues? You really know how to pick them, Jack.

Jack: I told you I see myself in him a bit. A fragile broken soul that is piecing himself back together rather than receiving the help he needed.

The other figure let out a sigh and stood up from his seat. He moved to head into the back room of the establishment.

???: Your long philosophical rants always tire me out. Why don't you get some more interesting material, old man? I've seen the kid myself and I still don't know why you would go to such lengths for a single kid.

Jack: My goals are beyond your understanding, brat. Now buzz off while I find something else to drink.

The other figure shrugged his shoulders and moved one, disappearing into the back areas of the establishment. Jack stood up and straightened his clothes, securing his mask onto his face before moving toward the exit.

Jack: Oh my boy... you're like a puppet on a string, hanging by a thread as the world crumbles around you. But don't you worry... if no hero will fix you, I will~

Jack mumbled to himself before moving out the door of the building, in search of a new place to drown his nonexistent sorrows. He knew of some places but preferred walking through the crisp air of the late hours. The lights of Tokyo guiding him along to the bars that stayed open for long hours. 

You were looking down at your suit. You hero suit to be exact. As you examined the outfit you had inherited from your grandpa you felt a rush fo memories flow through your head. Memories of your days in Konan with your grandparents and Tsuyu. Much easier times in your young life.

(Y/n): I love you grandpa... but villains are so much more dangerous now. Maybe it's time I upgraded to something else. The school did have a suit made for me...

You tried to wrap your head around the choice as you looked at your hands. The two bandages that had been on your fingers were now gone, letting you gaze down at the two small scars Himiko had given you. Anyone else would have thought her to be insane at such a notion, but somewhere in your tired and confused mind... Himiko showing the slightest care for you was enough to convince you.

(Y/n): you treated me like... me. Instead of the poor injured hero that can't use his Quirk.

You let out a frustrated sigh and got up, leaving the suit in the bag you had brought. You would have to see about a new possible suit soon. but for now, you needed to focus on your internship. You grit your teeth once more thinking at the 237 offers you had been given despite having placed 2nd. You would think they would have more confidence in you but they are just like all the others. 

You slapped your hands on your face to draw yourself out of your darker train of thought and yawned.

(Y/n): I must be getting tired. I need to sleep...

You thought of a new suit and your internship and even Himiko because... deep down you were scared of that path of thought you had just taken. You didn't want to have those kinda thoughts but, it's hard to not be cynical about being looked down on. You lifted your hand and gazed at the two scars. Maybe you needed to talk with Himiko more...

A/n: Hey folks thank you for reading. If you enjoyed, please leave a comment telling me about it! Also, do leave a comment on if our young should upgrade his hero suit or keep his grandpa's suit. Thank you once again and I'll see you all again real soon!