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A pretty (deadly) smile, a glimpse of honey-brown eyes was all they were allowed. She was beautiful, yes, but she was dangerous; more so, possibly, than the others in boss’s inner circle. She was the boss’s rock, the left hand man to his brilliant mind. She took care of everything the right hand man couldn’t, she was the foundation that they were built on. She was dangerously level-headed and calculating like the boss was.
Don’t mess with her, they warned.
She’s the best at body disposal, they warned.
She’ll get rid of you, and nobody’ll know for weeks.
She’s one of the boss’s favorites, they’ve been friends for a long, long time, and she’s got his approval, they warned.
They called her Suffocate, for the way space was empty and heavy, pressing down, down, down. They were scared of her, the way she was an excellent actor, not afraid to use any and every prop around.
Infiltration.
Information gathering.
Body disposal.
Interrogation.
Her strengths varied, and her weaknesses carefully concealed. She was fiercely loyal to the boss, but this was kept under wraps; she dug out spies.
Quick and careful in the field, her missions were for the best of the best, the elite of the elite.
She was dangerously beautiful, seducing her way into places of great importance, and though they whispered “she slept her way up, no woman could ever get that high of a rank on her own, she and the boss, did you hear?” Everyone knew that she was deserving of her position, her place in the hierarchy. Fewer knew she had turned down the position of right-hand man when it was offered, stating “the traitors will come to me, assuming I yearn for a place at your side, when I truly am happy with having your back” and fewer still knew that she and the boss were only friends. Childhood friends, yes, but there was nothing romantic between them; instead, she loved a spy (in the inner circle, of course) with a mutant quirk, frog-like and quiet.
She was often seen with a baseball bat, (designed by boss himself, did you hear? And he had the best materials commissioned for it. Rumors say there’s a taser, a knife, and poison inside) and a baseball, which always seemed to find its way back to her, blood mixing with the matte black paint. It matched her girlfriend’s.
Property of Ochako Uraraka, written on the side in silver.