Kiribaku Oneshots

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A/N: Party hours boiiiiiiiiiiis. But with a twist. I'm gonna say something right now: I'm a whore for Panic! At the Disco. Love almost all of their music. I've been listening to "Mercenary" a shit ton, so I'm gonna mix the prompt I gave myself, that song, and sorta action? I'm not good at writing action scenes, if you couldn't tell by several attempts throughout these 60 something stories. Anyway, off we go!

Bakugou's POV

"Your assignment,"

"Thanks, Kiyoko," I said, taking the envelope from the secretary as she walked away. "How's Yachi doing?"

"Fine,"

I sat in my office chair, the snow outside making the office much brighter than before.

A picture of a man with chin length brown hair was shown to me. His name was written underneath it; Wataru Kuon.

"Hm,"

After reading through his file, I had a vague idea of what I needed to do.

"Bakugou,"

I looked up to see Kirishima enter my office.

"You won't believe the mission I just got," he said. "You know that weird group of vigilantes?"

"You mean us?" I deadpanned.

"No! No, I mean that group of teenagers. Like, those eleven kids who call themselves Team Z or whatever," Kirishima said with a huff. "I'm supposed to take out one of those kids!"

I gulped.

"I think we've got the same mission,"

"Kuon?"

"Kuon,"

"Shit," Kirishima sighed. "Do we talk to the boss, or..."

"Might as well," I said, getting a groan from Kirishima. "Let's go,"

We went into the elevator, waiting for it to make the loud "ping" that would ring whenever we landed on the top floor. The noise was different for each floor, an accommodation made for blind workers.

"Can we turn down this mission?" Kirishima whispered.

"Doubt it. It's a serious case, and we were given this job for a reason. The fact that he couldn't send one of us to do this solo means that this kid isn't gonna be a quick shot in the head,"

We arrived on the top floor, walking up to Yachi's desk.

"We're here to talk to Mr. Furuichi," I said, making the blonde girl jump a little bit.

"Okay, give me a moment," she mumbled, making a quick call. After maybe a minute or so of her murmuring into the phone, she hung up. "You're open to go in,"

"Thanks, Yachi," Kirishima said with a smile before heading into the room.

"If this is about your mission, you can't turn it down," Mr. Furuichi said with a deadpan.

"That's not what we're here to talk about, sir," Kirishima said. "Although the implication that we have to kill a teenager is fucked,"

"We just came here for whereabouts of this kid and how we're going to take him out," I clarified, elbowing Kirishima in the ribs.

Mr. Furuichi sighed. "First off, stop calling him a kid. He's 21. That'll just make you feel worse about having to get rid of him. Second of all, we actually have one of his teammates coming in to fill all of you in. Or, two of them, really,"

Right as he said that, two men walked in.

One had short white hair, sharp teeth, and red eyes. He had a scowl on his face. The other had hair cripplingly similar to mine, the only difference being that he had an undercut. He also had orange eyes and wore a plain expression.