That's A Familiar Dust-Bunny!

Sitting within this establishment was someone who had been in the news. All over the place, in fact. They had spread chaos across Japan in the recent days and even invited their friends from overseas to partake in said chaos. There was no way his known alias wouldn't be on the tongues of every hero and media source out there. And how did he get into this place without a panic? Simple, really. They knew his mask and his alias. But not what he looked like under the mask nor his actual name. His voice too was distorted and thus his actual voice also unknown.

He was respectable and quite polite to the staff. He had even been sitting at a table not far from Hokori and Jack, minding his own business and enjoying a meal of his own. He had finished the last piece of what was likely a gourmet dish then took a sip of water as he took the bill in hand. He stared at it with his dual-colored eyes and noted the price. It was a fair one and nothing he'd argue with. He was donned in a silk vest and tan dress shirt with black pants and loafers; his usual evening attire.

He too would approach the booth to handle his bill but then saw someone. Hokori. He tilted his head then took a closer look at the young man. This feeling. It tugged at his mind and it made him...angry. Why? To distract his thoughts, he looked elsewhere and saw the stand-out figure that was Jack. Something in his head clicked as his eyes widened with realization. He recalled a member making a report and the short conversation.

"Ran into Two kids from U.A. on a date before I got here. One of them a kangaroo and the other a young man who uses a Quirk similar to yours."



"Yes. He was a short boy with tanned skin, platinum blond hair and vivid crimson eyes."

He looked back to Hokori and the description matched perfectly. A Quirk like his? Impossible. There hadn't been one like his since his father. That Quirk was passed down. It was genetic. How on earth did a small thing like this one inherit such a Quirk befitting of a God? Similar Quirks existed in the world alongside one another but his was special. His fathertold him just how special it was. It could not be replicated except by their bloodline. It couldn't be coincidence, could it?

He had to make sure. He approached, kindly as could be as he looked to see the remains of a pizza and an ice cream set-up being cleared off from the table. Based on that lingering smell in the air, he could easily surmise what the two had for their meal. "Their seafood pizza is rather great, isn't it?" he'd state, coming up next to Hokori with a placid, comforting look about it. He stood roughly two feet taller than Hokori, slightly muscular. He had tanned skin, silvery locks of short white hair, and two distinct eye colors. His left, a golden yellow. His right, black as pitch. Upon his right cheek starting from the tear duct and going up his eye and brow were black tattoos as well.

He looked calm. Pleasant, even. His voice like silk. There was no way Hokori could know that standing beside him was the branch Saviour of Japan's Damascus Order: Anubis.