𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪)

chapter twenty-seven.

a/n: don't listen to six days remix when driving. just a warning 

"you do realize he's dead, right?" the blonde asked the h/c-nette. 

she toppled upwards, standing up straight and fixing her posture. wiping the blood from her fingertips, she stared down at the corpse. life sucked out of his blue eyes that once made her heart sore for miles. his hair, one that she used to play with late at night. and him, overall. the memories were gone, because of her.

y/n had just killed neito. but did she feel anything? no. 

"doesn't matter," she panted, rushing inside her shop and untying urunaka, who was now slightly awake. she could tell because of the very slight dilation from her pupils. her hands were numb from the punches she had thrown to her now, deceased ex boyfriend. but she didn't care. urunaka slowly woke up fully, adjusting to the bright light while y/n treated her wounds.

luckily, her shop didn't take too much damage, so it would be an easy cleanup. urunaka's wounds were all minor, but her bruises seemed fatal. she would get treated for that beat, since katsuki already called the clinic working for his gang. the brunette was placed onto a hospital cot with wheels, because her bleeding was quite slow. 

katsuki walked over to y/n, who was glancing around in her shop. sighing to himself, he rubbed small images into her back as a therapeutic method to ease up tension. she glanced over at the man, who had a calmer expression than usual on his face. she smiled at this. but he could see it, she was worried. despite getting retrieved from the bastard known as her father, killing her ex boyfriend and seeing a friend of hers almost dead, y/n was a trooper. she wouldn't go down that easy. he knew that. but something dawned on the both, almost in sync.

"he was set up. this wasn't his plan." they both concluded in unison. and katsuki began to list out the details they know so far. 

"if the blonde bitch toga couldn't do it, then we know that. she's with dabi now, i guess. we haven't heard from many other people from his gang, so it could be his idea? or just daisuke's last wish kinda shit?" he asked to y/n, who nodded her head in agreement.

"but who have we not heard of plainly in the world of narcotics and gambling? i mean, i can't think of really anyone whom we haven't heard of yet-" the girl was cut off by the sound of katsuki's phone chiming, alerting to him that it was denki. he raised his eyebrow, oddly because kirishima would always be the one calling katsuki, but in this case he thought of the worst. he put the phone on speaker, to only be met with the sound of sirens and a panting kaminari into the receiver. 

"what the hell happened..." katsuki growled, earning distant yells coming from the distance. kaminari finally caught his breathe, explaining the situation to the best of his thought.

"k-kirishima.... h-he's been shot... shoulder... he'll be alive though..." was what the yellow-haired man managed to croak out, and katsuki's face paled. this wasn't monoma's idea, he couldn't have thought of this. no, he wasn't smart enough, not this clever or cunning. y/n took the phone out of his hand, speaking to kaminari on her own.

"where are you guys, should we come over?"

"y/n? oh, no no, police are here. mina.... sero and i are here and.... jirou is with medical. t-the guy who shot him...his eyes were... gah, i don't-" he was quickly hung up by the sound of kaminari's phone dying, and y/n just ran a hand through her h/c locks. his eyes, huh?

but, who could be associated with gangs, yet also be the mastermind of this devious plan? who could have made monoma a hitman for him? someone with power. money power. oh god, what was this feeling? y/n had... a sinking feeling. that's the only possible way to describe it. she felt like she was going to vomit just trying to put the bits and bobs together. 

"i think i know who this is... i really don't want to believe it." y/n whispered to katsuki, and she took out her phone. dialing not the person she was thinking of mainly, but...

"endeavor speaking."

"enji-san... it's y/n l/n...."

a/n: its about to go down