―𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 || MHA x BSD x Fem!Reader

― 𝗡𝗢𝗪

"Drop dead." I told the man standing in front of me with a menacing glare. I think he expected himself to actually drop dead, he looked surprised that he was still alive. "I want to see you try and stay alive! Do you want to know who you're dealing with?"

"I sure do," he said, "a moody fifteen year old."

"Not quite," I grinned, dropping the scarf weapon to the ground, "hehe, I work for the mafia." I saw the man's eyes widen. I grinned wider.

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"Done and dusted, Mr. Crusty Hands," I pulled out a very unconscious sleep-deprived man from out of nowhere and left him in front of me. "I want to go back home. Send me back." Mr Crusty Hands looked at me like I was telling some funny joke. I lifted an eyebrow, crossed my arms as I felt my heart drop.

They're not going to send me back home anytime soon.

Chuuya. I miss him already. Well, I mean, with me gone, he probably went and spent time with Dazai or something. Since I'm pretty clingy sometimes. SOMETIMES. Shiragaki's expression made my stomach churn in a vexatious, unpleasant way--- I couldn't even move. I wanted to slap him, but the first time in years, I didn't want to disobey this man.

"That was done pretty quickly," he stared at a yellow, buff man, "now you can kill him." His eyes met mine, but he didn't move his head at all. Chills travelled down my spine and I just nodded. I simply just nodded.

"Good."

A/N

expect short episodes and a death author

and lower your expectations because i will never fail in disappointing you ;)