(OC x Dabi)
A pro hero and a villain? Crazy right? People with two different opinions on society, able to stay together? Not unless you to take a risk on it.
"Didn't leave the fucking window unlocked for me, doll? Ouch, that hurts." He sarcastically...
"And the way he looked at you... my, you must have him wrapped your finger."
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DRUGS, AND ALCOHOL
THIRD-PERSON POV:
"Good morning, Arakan." Tsukauchi stared at the front doors of the police station as the hero entered.
"Morning," Kiara said. "You wanted to see me?"
Tsukauchi nodded as he picked up the files from the front desk, thanking the worker as headed over to her, signaling for her to walk with him.
They walked around the halls, passing the policemen before entering one of the offices.
"Please," Tsukauchi pointed to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit."
Kiara sat down, leaning her back on the chair as she watched him sit down in his, sighing in the process.
"I have a new job for you," he said.
"And what is it?"
"I need you to find someone." Tsukauchi threw the file over to Kiara, who picked it up and examined it.
Kiara stared at the pictures that showed a man in a blue suit who was perhaps in his mid-thirties. He was walking out of a hotel with several other men—his body guards perhaps.
"And who is he?" She asked, reviewing the information plastered on the sheet of paper.
"He's a drug lord who's growing his business, and we've been tracking him down for a couple of months. We recently found out one of his trading locations, but we haven't found the rest, and we don't know how many more there are. Yet, we don't know his hideout either." Tsukauchi reached his hand over to grab his cup of coffee.
"So..." Kiara closed the file and placed it back on the desk. "I'm guessing you want me to find him."
