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Breathe in. Breathe out.
“I have one lunch break.” You muttered to the guy on the floor beside you, who was leaking tears and sniffling. Gross; it was getting all over the tile floor. “Just one, and I pick today to go to the bank, and this happens.” You continued, ignoring his sobbing.
You weren’t dumb; you knew the villains currently robbing the bank- the stupid, stupid bank, that thought buying late night take out was out of character for you and had shut your card off- probably wouldn’t kill any of you hostages. Least, not you, or this guy.
You didn’t think either of you looked pathetic enough to get sympathy from the cops or heroes outside. You looked mad (because you were-) and this guy was a mess; they wouldn’t even wanna touch him. You wanted to be beside someone else, but your hands were, quite literally, tied. You scooted away as much as you could.
“It’s only thirty minutes, too, so I won’t have time to get any food.” You fumed. “I was already mad I had to come. Stupid bank app not letting me-”
“Oi, stop talking.” The one with all the staples pointed his flaming hand towards you, all flared up and blue, and you sighed but went silent.
The league of villains were robbing a bank.
Shamelessly, on a Tuesday, in the middle of the day.
Incredible.
Really.
They’d parked their stupid, oversized vehicle halfway through the wall. You were breathing dust from that, and had minor scrapes from the wall being blasted in.
You’d probably have the paramedics insisting on looking you over, meaning you’d have to stay even longer.
You were so hungry and so annoyed. Your stomach growled in agreement.
“Just shoot me now, I am so tired of this.” You groaned.
And that must have been the wrong thing to say, because Tomura Shigaraki was glaring at you, all his weird, grey hands unmistakable. He loomed over where you sat on the floor, but you didn’t flinch.
“That can be arranged,” He said, and he reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet.
It happened too fast for you to even yelp, but you leaned away, keeping an eye on his hand as he ran a finger across your neck.
He jerked you towards the terrified workers, and the little schoolgirl villain was thrusting big bags towards them, giggling.
“Well? Load that money up faster or I just might ‘shoot’ this one.” He pressed a finger harder on your neck, his hand in a ‘gun’ shape.
“They don’t even have the money to pay someone to design a functional app, dude,” You sighed under your breath, and you can see his eyes widen under that freaky hand covering his face.
Actually, hey, his eyes were pretty. A sparkly, ruby red. Huh.
“If they did I wouldn’t even be here today.”
“Well aren’t you lucky, then.” His lips quirked up into a smile that only you could see from the angle he was holding you at.
“Yes, obviously.” You said with an equally infuriatingly sweet smile, “Lucky. Which would be this, being held in your arms. Not me coming in, turning my damn card back on, and leaving in time to get food before my lunch break is over.” You fluttered your eyelashes, keeping the smile on your face. “Now I’m going to have to stay over and answer police questions, and my boss is going to scream at me for being late from lunch. And the bank will be shut down for at least the rest of the day, if I’m being an optimist about it, which means I won’t be able to buy food before I go home. So for a while, I’m gonna be just as broke as your lame villain group. So yes. Very lucky! Thanks so much! What would the world do without you?!”
His grip tightened just a fraction. You huffed, loudly.
“Sure, kill me, that’ll help. Will that make you feel better? Does the big bad villain need people to be afraid of him? There’s more people in this bank than there are of you; if people weren’t cowards-!” You put extra loud emphasis on that, glaring at the still-crying man. “Maybe I wouldn’t even need to be saved right now! God. I’m the one most at risk right now, why is that guy even crying…” You said.
For a moment, even a few of the other villains had turned, waiting on Tomura Shigaraki to react, to do, well, anything. He started laughing, and you felt your cheeks heating up. His gaspy, breathy little giggles were cuter than they had any right to be.
“Oh, you like me insulting you? Damn, dude. If I survive this I’m totally telling any journalist that’ll listen you’re a kinky guy. How much do you think they’ll pay for that?”
“You’re strapped for cash, huh?” He made a very deliberate motion across your neck, letting his breath drop to a huskier tone, and your breath hitched. “And that is our fault, you’re right. And you’ve been very entertaining. Let me repay you.”
“Uh. Um.”
“What, no cute quips now?”
“Hey, stop feeling up civilians, we’re ready to go!” One of the league members yelled to him from the truck that was parked half way into the building. They were leaving. None of the major heroes had gotten here in time.
Tomura Shigaraki was moving his hand from your neck, and you wondered if you were about to die.
Nope, he was getting in with the others. And reaching into the comically big money sacks, like from the movies, and-
He tossed you a wad of cash bigger than your hand.
“The cops are gonna take this back from me, moron! Everyone here saw that! I’m probably gonna spend at least two hours getting questioned!” You waved it frantically, trying to get him to take it back. But their vehicle was already starting to pull away, and you could hear him cackling.
“Then don’t go calling my league a ‘lame ass group’!”
“That’s what you’re mad about?! You’re so lucky you’re in a heavily armored vehicle!” You threw the wad back at him, and it smacked the window, uselessly. “Asshole!”
Half the bank was gawking.
The cops were coming in, along with the heroes, and paramedics.
Your guess had been right. You were checked over, that annoying guy had cried some more, then you sighed with relief when they let him go and kept questioning you.
Your boss had screamed at you.
And you were still hungry.
And your bank had stayed closed for a full week to do repairs.
Nothing had really changed; downtown got villain attacks all the time, and would continue to do so.
But you’d been annoyed. Getting a card turned back on shouldn’t have been such a hassle!
So you made the choice to switch banks. Maybe if you picked a nicer one, it’d have better security.
The new one was super bougie; there was gold plating on the ceiling! On the ceiling!
And even though you had to set the account up in person, you were checking the app while there. And it didn’t look like hot garbage! Thank god. One of the tellers was reassuring you you could turn your card on back on at any time through the app when a bomb went off.
You sighed very loudly, turning and seeing the league.
It had been two weeks.
Two weeks.
“How the fuck did you blow through that much money that quick?” You shouted, catching their eyes.
“How many banks do you have accounts at?” Tomura Shigaraki asked you.
“I don’t know, how many do you rob?”
“I picked a new one since you seemed so torn up last time; and you said they didn’t have a ton of money. Not a lot of people can say they have any influence over me.” He tilted his head. “Though I’m not disappointed to see you again.”
The tiny blonde buns girl was looking between the two of you with a grin, holding some rope in one hand, and a knife in the other. “Ohmygosh, you like them! Let’s take them with us!”
“Nonono, I am not going anywhere with you,” You put a hand up. “Step off, blondie!”
“Dabi, Compress, start loading up the cash,” He looked at you and you stepped back. “Toga, Twice, secure the hostages. Not this one, they can,” He slung an arm over your shoulder. “Chat for a bit. Can’t you?”
“I will bite you.” You warned. “Try me, hand fetish.”
“So bold,” He cooed. “Are you on your lunch break again? Where is it you work?”
“None of your business.” You said, trying to bite his hand. He laughed. “Why do you care?”
“I,” You could see a little bit of his face behind the hand. “I don’t think I’ve been subtle. If you’re missing lunch because of me, there’s an ice cream shop nearby that pissed me off.”
“Wh- how does an ice cream shop piss you o- are you asking me on a date?!” You screamed, catching the eye of everyone in the bank. He actually jumped from how loud you had screamed it, and you couldn’t help it- you started laughing.
His hand twitched, and you doubled over.
“This is at least the top five weirdest things that’ve happened this week.” You giggled. “So chucking wads of cash at me was flirting? Oh my god, you do have something for people who insult you. Ohhh.” You giggled some more. You snorted, and covered your nose, trying to stop.
“Nah, I have something for people who aren’t afraid to say whatever they want. You called everyone else out for being cowards last time. Besides, you’re...” He looked you up and down. “Better to look at than the people I usually hang out with.”
“Hey!” You heard the little blonde snap.
“I’m sexy and insulted!” A guy in black and white cried beside her.
“I’m...flattered,” You said, carefully. “But, I’m not actually on my lunch break. I’m off today. And lactose intolerant.” Whether that was a lie or not wasn’t important; you just wanted to see his face.
“That’s even better.” He nodded. “I hate ice cream, actually. I hate most things, but I think your face is tolerable.”
“Wow. Thanks.” You said. “But I really-”
He was picking you up, bridal style. You yelped, but didn’t squirm too much. You didn’t want to be dropped on the floor. It was a nice floor; it wasn’t because you were enjoying being held, or having him go after you so… enthusiastically.
“I’ll take you hostage if you keep arguing.”
“Hey! C’mon. You can’t just-! I was in the middle of opening a new account! I still have to sign some papers! And I’m gonna get all kinds of questions from the cops again, jeez.” You reached up, tilting the hand on his face up ever so slightly. He let you, and you looked at his face, scrunching up your nose. You were quiet for a moment while you stared. He looked away, his almost white eyelashes fluttering away from your intense eye contact betraying his embarrassment.
“Damn it. You’re actually so cute. Fine, whatever! If you weren’t so pretty I’d be more mad. Take me hostage, do whatever.”
“Whatever?” He asked. “And you think I’m... pretty…?”
“N..no..not whatever, exactly, just-” You tilted your head slightly, and lowered your voice. “I’m not the type of person who turns down free ice cream, is all. Or wads of cash, or pretty boys.”
“...Well, good. I wasn’t going to let you refuse.” His face was quickly turning the same shade of red as his eyes; mostly obscured by the hand.
“You just had to pick the one person who’s blind as a bat, huh, boss?” The staples guy yelled over, laughing.
“Shut up, Dabi.” He snapped back.
“Are you going to put me down?” You asked. “I can walk-”
“No,” He said decisively. “I’m taking you hostage.” He leaned closer. “At least try and struggle for the cameras. Don’t let it look too easy here.”
“Oh, right.” You squirmed a little in his arms, pushing your face near his neck. "It better be good lunch with all that money. You can get me more than desert." You noted.
He hummed like he was thinking about it.
"Sure; for being such an inconvenience."
"Do you take everyone you inconvenience out to dinner?" You asked. "I bet I'm not even your only hostage."
"No." He admitted. "We've taken a lot of hostages. Never taken one out to dinner, though; I guess that makes you my favorite."
"How lucky." And this time, you didn't have the bite behind the comment, only a little teasing smile.