QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S3 Part 37 - Evacuate the Dance Floor

"Wakey-wakey. Let me see those eyes..."

You groaned and smacked the hand that was holding your chin. This person was ruining a perfectly good nap you were taking on this comfy bed that smelled a bit like rose essence.

Wait...

"There they are," Heller's own red eyes were glowing above you.

It was all coming back to you now.

The party. Hawks. Mina. The impending doom of meeting Overhaul's henchmen. The champagne. The dancing. Hitomu...

But now you were in a very staged looking room. The lights were off but the windows were open and the city light gave you enough to see. The neon mixed with moonlight illuminated the demon lurking beside your bed.

You were sprawled on top of the comforter, still in your new dress. It didn't look like he did anything terrible to you, yet. At least he had the decency to wait until you were conscious.

"Where are we?" You asked, still drowsy. Your chest was beating on overdrive. Memories of waking up in Tomura's room resurfaced along with some other events you would rather forget.

"Just upstairs. It's a hotel after all."

The spell his quirk had over you faded, or was turned off. You rolled over to the other side of the bed and were on your feet in a second. Heller grinned, but his haughtiness was gone and replaced with something more serious.

"Why am I not dead..?" You said, not that you were complaining, "You've had ample opportunity. What's your game?"

"I don't know why I haven't killed you," he said it so honestly you almost forgot how sneaky he was to bring you here.

"Then... what are we doing here, now?"

"That's also a mystery to me. But I'm eager to find out."

If you understood your own quirk, and his was even stronger, you knew he could be quick and likely overpower you. Especially with your energy gone. You had to be smart, and hopefully that got you somewhere...

"How does this end? You gonna stop being creepy and let me go?" You asked.

He laughed, "How boring! After all the trouble of bringing you here?"

"My friends are probably already looking for me."

"I bet," Heller hummed, "But we're safe here for now. You can make all the noise you want."

"What do you mean?"

His handsome face peered devilishly at you from the shadows, "You're technically still sleeping."

A dream? You felt your arms and tried to pinch yourself. He took enough energy to knock you out? Why would he trap you in a dream for this conversation?

So Hawks couldn't hear you..? Or anyone for that matter.

"Talk to me then," you said, "You come out of nowhere wanting to take the cult from Butcher. Why? It seems like you've got quite the life already."

"Do I? That's flattering," he chuckled darkly, "Of course, pretty people always seem to have it all. But you and I know better."

You scoffed, "Are you going to do that villain thing, where I have to hear your tragic backstory? It's not going to make me feel better about you murdering me, just FYI."

Heller flexed his wings while extending his arms and walked around the bed, seemingly the only barrier between the two of you. He seemed so calm and casual, but you didn't let your guard down. You knew all too well how quickly he could kill you.