The sound of a crash engulfed my ears as I entered the base. I looked around and tried to pinpoint the location of the constant crashing and breaking sounds that erupted from above. Checking room after room, hall after hall, and floor after floor, I finally came to a halt at the source of the noise. All of the noise, all of the banging, all of the crashing, it all came from behind this door.

My door.

I gulped as I remembered what awaited me from behind the door. I still believed that I could use this chick for information gathering. She would be easier to manipulate than the other two members of the 'Big Three', at least.

The blonde boy is too frisky and energetic. He has a heart of gold and willpower that outmatched even my own. He'd be nothing but a headache. Even if I could somehow twist his little brain to yield to my cause, he'd still be a headache. Although, if I could somehow merge his Permeation quirk with my Ghost quirk, I'd be completely untouchable.

Where his quirk limits him, mine excels, and where my quirk is flawed, his is not. The drawbacks of my quirk Ghost are excruciating headaches. With excessive use, I get extreme headaches—ranging from mild tension headaches to intense migraines. Whereas, the blonde boy's Permeation quirk doesn't include that drawback; however, his drawback is that his clothes cannot stay on. His body completely phases through his clothing, which leaves him naked—unless he's wearing his hero costume, which is lined with special fibers produced from his hair.

My clothes, on the other hand, don't fall off. My quirk allows me to hold onto items or keep my pants up as long as I will it to happen. At first, I couldn't control what I held. I'd have a cup in-hand one moment, and a pile of broken glass the next. I had to be constantly thinking the same line over and over again whilst holding onto anything.

Don't drop it.

Don't drop it.

Don't drop it.

Now that I have complete control over that issue though, with the blonde boy's power, I'd be untouchable. I wouldn't get my usual headache after forty minutes of constant use, and I'd be able to leave the quirk activated indefinitely—making me completely invincible.

That doesn't matter, though. Unless there were a quirk that would merge two quirks together, it's futile to think about at the moment.

The other boy in the 'Big Three' is the complete opposite of the blonde boy. From what I've heard from Kaminari and Todoroki, he's incredibly shy and awkward in social situations, and doesn't seem to have the most confidence in himself.

While that seems like an easy win and all, from what I had observed during the hero raid, he has a hero's heart. He seemed very strong-willed during the hero raid and I don't think converting him into a villain would work out all that great.

This girl's the only option.

At least, out of the 'Big Three'.

I phased through the door, using Ghost, and a cup full of pencils immediately impacted with the door—now behind me. It was lucky that I had been using Ghost, otherwise it would have collided with my stomach.

"Hey!" I shouted, startling the girl, laying on my bed with a pile of random items—most likely for throwing at the door. "What the hell are you doing?"

I glanced behind myself and noticed books, furniture and practically everything under the sun, in a messy pile around the door—likely from being thrown. Turning my head, I glared at the girl on my bed, who was now glaring back at me.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to touch other peoples' things?" I questioned her with a raised voice.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to kidnap other people." She grumbled back at me under her breath.

"Touché" I retorted as I walked towards the love seat.

We were drowned in an awkward silence after I sat down. She didn't speak. I didn't speak. She didn't glance at me. I didn't glance at her. She kept her eyes fixated on the ceiling, as if it were anything more than a smooth, concrete ceiling; meanwhile, I kept my eyes on my phone screen, as if it would distract from the awkward aura we had been doused in.

"How long have I been here?" She questioned, freeing us from the empty void of silence, previously encasing our beings.

"Not long. It's barely been a day." I responded dryly.

She shut up after that, probably to go over her options. I was doing the same. I hadn't really thought this through, I suppose. I've been so distracted with Tomura, that I haven't been thinking things through properly.

I haven't been planning my moves out, carefully, before slowly approaching a problem. Instead, I've been rushing head-first into whatever issue I see, as if I were some bulldozer. I haven't been keeping my usual calmness when presented with an unexpected issue, as I typically would have. Instead, I've been panicking under pressure—which, in turn, led to my failure at manipulating Nine into doing what I wanted.

I needed to either get my act together and dispose of Tomura diligently, or allow All For One to fall into the hands of my dear big brother.

No.

I can still turn this around.

I can still convince Nine to kill Tomura.

I abruptly stood up—acquiring the attention of the girl—and walked towards my desk. My feet stomped angrily on the floor as I glared—intensely—towards the notebook on my desk, still left opened. I sat down and grabbed a pencil, that had been thrown across my desk, before beginning to write.

This is nothing but a minor set back.

It's not over until I say it's over.

I needed to go back to before my plans of murdering Tomura, or I'll never succeed in ending him. If I think about my two previous failures, I'll be too stressed and won't properly think things through. I needed a plan. A proper plan, this time. One that I write down and thoroughly think through, rather than just a loose idea of what I'd do—put together as I'm presented with the problem. Charging into things head-on with no proper idea of what I'm doing isn't my style.

I looked back at my work, making adjustments every so often to what I had written, and smiled.

This would be the plan, that would assure my success.

This would be the plan, that would guarantee my future.

My future, along with the future of the new world.

Leaning back, I began to chuckle softly at my schemes. Playing it threw my mind over and over again, taking every variable into account, and overseeing every possible outcome, I sighed in contentment.

This was me. This was the me that planned the attack on the USJ, earlier this year. This was the me that planned the attack on U.A's hero course training camp. This was the me that I had been missing.

This is me.

I shifted my gaze to the ceiling as I imagined how everything would work, and then I began executing the plan.

As they say, strike while the iron is hot.

I opened my hidden desk drawer and pulled out my secret laptop. I had been secretly plotting the death of one of my accomplices, and I couldn't very well do so with a laptop that the League had known about. If I had used the League's private funds to purchase a laptop, then there would have been a chance that they could have had access to my screen.

As soon as I realized that I needed to eliminate Tomura, I purchased a laptop with my own money. It's honestly surprising how valuable information is on the black market. Just one of my notebooks—containing information on the heroes, ranging from their quirks to weaknesses—would sell on the black market for fifty-million yen, minimum.

It's insane how much people are willing to pay for information.

I took a portion of the money I had made from secretly selling my notebooks, and bought a laptop. This laptop was what I had used for operations that didn't concern the League—such as my murder ploy against their leader.

I went straight to work on my plan, forgetting there was another human being in my room, until I felt her eyes lingering over my shoulder. I turned back to look at her and she avoided my eyes.

"What?" I asked her with annoyance for disrupting me.

I sighed in irritation as I was met with her silence. I had almost forgotten my plans with this girl until now. Tomura is a mountain in my way, and he will take time to work at; however, this girl wouldn't take much to crack. I stood up, shutting my laptop, and began walking towards her.

Sitting down, I made her look me in the eyes. I could feel her orbs, filled with hate, burn holes through my own. Her angry eyes only intensifying as they met my cold, empty ones.

"So?" I started.

"'So' what?"

"You bored?"