“Don’t follow through with their plans, Captain Wayfinder. Our criminal profilers can uncover Torra’s identity and they will be able to help you catch him!”

“They” were obviously the class 12s. The 3 most dangerous individuals the agency had ever captured, each hell bent on doing something that could easily destroy the world for some kind of “progress”.

“I’m very sorry captain Newmann but your criminal profilers said very clearly that they are unlikely to be particularly useful because Torra is completely unlike anyone or anything they have ever seen.”

“She’s right cap. We’re no good with that guy. We’d probably just end up leading y’all astray,” Captain Newman’s head profiler shrugged, unflinching as Captain Newman glared daggers at him.

“Even if he’s useless, the class 12s are way too dangerous. What if this is part of some elaborate escape plan!”

“Trust me, Torra being put down as a class 13 means they will work with us to bring him in. Their pride is on the line and they care a lot about that,” Captain Wayfinder had been trying to reassure Captain Newman for nearly an hour.

“And besides? How is shutting down Toblerone going to get them out of their cells?”

That was the critical question.

After showing the class 12s pictures of the scene and giving them operation of a remote drone under her supervision they found a small piece of aluminum wrapper that, after analysis, revealed itself to be a toblerone chocolate wrapper.

“What do you think Sally? Is that his quirk?” Wayfinder’s father asked the woman in the cell furthest from him.

“Perhaps. But there are a few kinds of toblerone chocolates so before jumping to conclusions we should figure out which one, specifically, is he addicted to”

“Why are you sure he must be addicted to something?” Captain Wayfinder was initially confused.

“Because that’s a consequence of our exceedingly high intellect. Once we become dependent on something, it feels like a piece of our soul is missing when it is gone,” the old man in the middle cell snorted.

That conversation led to the current situation where Captain Wayfinder was about to request a full recall of toblerone, worldwide.

Then, they would go to the few places that were still illegally selling it or had stock left over to try and lay a trap for him. If Torra was truly that addicted to Toblerone chocolate, he would come. And for once, they would battle him on their turf, where they were prepared.

“Also daughter, you should probably adopt a parrot. Studying birds might help you understand him better.”

That seemed like a pretty obvious thing she should have done but somehow she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

They didn’t have any ornithologists in their team. Onboarding one would be ideal.

Identifying Torra as a Class 13 had solved their funding issues so they had the cash for it now. But should she really be grateful that he was so elusive?

Seeing how adamant Captain Wayfinder was on her Toblerone Trap, Captain Newman eventually acquiesced. What’s the worst that could happen anyways?

…

See, I never made a mistake in cleaning up after my quirk, never. So I have no idea how those class 12s deduced that I was addicted to Toblerone. Perhaps, fortunately for me, I am not a class 12 myself but they used their knowledge of themselves to analyze me.

As the first and only class 13, I had one upped them in my calamity ranking, so I naturally one upped them in the addiction category too. I had 2 things I was addicted to, Toblerone being one of them.

But unlike the class 12s, who were dependent on just one thing to fulfill their emotional needs, my quirks were interchangeable. And the second thing I was addicted to wasn’t a product of human ingenuity!

But once I knew they were setting up a Toblerone trap for me, I was strangely excited. Unfortunately, the result of that trap was rather anticlimactic.