Copy Cat just sits across the desk from Sir Nighteye, stiff with her hands grabbing the seat and her feet not touching the floor. The interviews always made her the most uncomfortable.
âWell,â she drawls, then sits up straighter, âI can double the Quirk output of anyone in your agency by copying them.â She sounds like sheâs said these lines before. âI have a lot of experience with many different types, but I can hold my own in hand to hand combat.â
Conveniently, no listed weaknesses.
"I will have you use your quirk on me shortly, but I did request your weaknesses, too. Try again in answering that or I'm not interested in working together." He didn't skirt around the subject - Sasaki needed to be able to trust Kyou to be able to work with her well.
Miuraâs ears flatten into her hair with a flinch. Well, he saw right through that. Of course, he does.
âHah... hah...â she forces, glad to be hiding behind a literal mask, âsharp eye, as always.â
Taking a breath, Kyou figures she canât hide behind that much longer, either. She pulls her mask down just below her chin and drums her fingers on her knees.
âI actually try to use my Quirk as little as possible,â she admits, âIâm allergic to otherâs Quirks.â