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"Ochako, mask." "Yeah, I know." I put on the mask, then ran into the fight. I punched a police officer that was about to cuff a villain, then turned and looked around. I saw a hero in black and orange fighting a villain and went in to help. He saw me and caused an explosion, I jumped back, then went from another way. He dodged the villain he was already fighting, I kicked him back, then pinned him down. He glared up at me. "Hi." "Get off of me." "No, I don't think so." "So are you going to kill me?" "Why would I?" "Because you're a villain. It's what they do." "Yeah, yeah. An assassin like me probably shouldn't care, right? Can I tell you a secret?" I leaned closer, "I don't really like killing people. I actually feel kinda guilty about it. But if I'm a villain I have to have a reason to, right?" "What, you're so stupid you don't remember your reason for becoming a villain?" "No, I lost my memory a year ago. A hero took it and there's no way to get it back." "Oh. Well, you deserved it." He caused an explosion, I was thrown off of him, my mask falling off. I put my hand up to my head and closed my eyes, trying to stop the pounding headache. "Get up and fight me. Use your quirk this time, I don't like being beaten by quirkless nobody's." I saw his silhouette coming closer to me. I looked around for my mask, seeing it broken on the ground. Damn it.
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