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It feels weird, after three years of constantly having his arms wrapped in bandages to have them free.  He’s holding them out, away from his body so as to not accidentally turn his clothes into gold.  He looks a bit foolish, standing outside of a police station.

He’d been instructed to go inside, claim to be a lost child, and then touch as many things, especially officers as he can once he’s inside.  But he’s been standing outside the station for ten minutes now, and he has yet to make a move.

He doesn’t want to do it.  Turning stuff into gold, that was different.  But people.  People, he never wanted to touch.  His mother had fallen victim to his quirk, and that event led him down a path to this moment.  But he hadn’t meant to.  He’s not a bad kid.  He doesn’t want to be bad.

But these people- the people he was working for... They were taking care of him, making sure he was well fed and they hadn’t hit him or anything- not once.  And that was a good thing, for him and for the others.  So, he’d do as he was told.

    “I’ve made cupcakes.” The villain motions at the three plates, holding 12 in total, decorated with purple frosting and glittery, candy spheres.

    “You may take one and only one. I will know if you take more than is allowed...”

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Being an unofficial apprentice under his grandmother has taught Jin many important skills. One of those being the key talent of remaining stony face against any and all stress. He remembered fondly enduring training sessions with Irene where she tested his resolve to study against all sorts of distractions. How many things was that woman willing to break to prove a point, Jin would never know. Yet, her teachings proved useful as no matter the amount of gore or bloodshed he had witness, he could manage to keep a calm expression. Much to the confusion and displeasure to his colleagues back in his residency. Yet this talent would prove to be even useful as his first patient since arriving here would come into the clinic. It would do no good if a patient could tell their doctor was anxious beyond all belief. A patient should be able to feel relaxed under a confident doctor, Jin would remind himself.

It wasn’t that Jin didn’t believe in his own abilities. The man did not go through years of schooling and even more years of lectures from his family to have any doubts of what he could accomplish. Yet, his previous failure still weighed heavy on his mind from time to time, as much as he tried to push it out of his mind. This was meant to be a fresh start for him but still there was the fear that he couldn’t escape what plagued him for years. But now was not the dwell on that. He was still a good doctor, no matter what fear had told him he was. He walked into the room where his new patient was staying, pulling his eyes from the patient chart in his hands and looking nothing like a doctor who had to remind himself of his own accolades. 

He’s unwell, not being maintained properly.  Although the quirk regulating ‘baths’ he took while in captivity were nearly toruruous, they kept his quirk in check.  He rarely felt the discomfort of radition building up in his body before, but now it’s a near constant companion, since no one seems to be able to provide what he needs.

A hose sprayed over him every couple of hours was nothing like the waterful of ice cold water he was subjected to before.  It was miserable, but it worked.

Which, wouldn’t be something to care about- he’s prisoner scum, unliked and uncared for- but the fact that he’s incredibly dangerous is what’s keeping him alive.  They want to use him for what he can do, but it’s too soon.  He needs to ‘save up’ all he can.  When the time was right, he’d be allowed to use his quirk.

Not that he wants to.

He’s laying on the floor, facing a wall.  At first glance, he’s a corpse on the ground until you notice to subtle, ragged breathing.  He hears footsteps and he rolls over, bleary and boodshot eyes squinting up at whoever dared approach.