Jaffar was delt the wrong hand in life.
Whether that be because of how people looked at him for his quirk, or just where he was raised.
All of the underworld wanted him for is for his powerful quirk.
But when he finally gets locked up for some time...
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Being in an interrogation room with hero's wasn't as bad as criminals said.
The big room had panted over walls of grey and the ceiling was white. Dull? Yes, but what else was it supposed to be.
I was sitting in a hard chair and right in front of me was table. And on the other side of said table was what looked like a homeless man, and sitting right in front of me was the person questioning me.
Taukaouchi is his name, if I had to go by the name tag they give everybody that is visiting and isn't a prisoner in Tartarus. And I also met him a while back for more questioning.
"Do you know why I am here again"? He asked.
"I seriously don't know, you had me in for questioning a couple weeks ago."
"We both know something is brewing in the underworld. You were in there for 2 years and rose pretty high on the pyramid" he explained.
"It was more of me sleeping my way to the top then anything, but I guess I kept them satiated for while. How is it going out there now, I'm just curious?" I asked
I haven't been out in the world for 3 years, and they don't let me watch the news or anything. But it's not like the news would give me any of the important information.
"Not the greatest but also not the worst. But that's just because we are holding things pretty well right now." He answered.
I almost forgot that they had brought me some tea, and I had been entirely grateful at that moment. I haven't had anything with some actual flavor for awhile.
I grabbed the cup of piping hot tea, cherry blossom peach was the flavor. I've had it before and the similarities are so close to said flavor, and then I brought it to my lips, I took two sips and placed it back down.
I probably wasn't going to get anymore for awhile so I have to savor it as much as I can.
"Villains are getting more risky and more powerful recently. Crime rates are steady but villains in general have doubled there force and-" he started but I zoned out.
Watching steam rise from the tea cup was quite mesmerizing. The way it would fog my glasses every time I took a sip. Or watching bits of tea leaves move around in the tea cup and fold over in the waves of liquid.
Looking at the steam has me missing my flames. The way they danced around my body, and sang a song of warmth along my form. They truly helped me in ways that I can't describe.
Or maybe just not being on the feild anymore, being a 'villain'. Or at least being in the presence of them. I got way more out of them then they got out of me when I slept with them.
One thing is obviously power, because the more sexual interactions I have, the more powerful I get.
But also for my well being. It always helped me feel whole., those criminals, the Yakuza and even bigger crime lords made me feel different about my overall aura.
