QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S4 Part 8 - Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Hours later, Kai returned as promised. All the while you paced your room, talking yourself through what you were going to do and how. This was a different enemy for you. While you had moments of manipulating Tomura when you were his captive, he was familiar with some emotions. You could see sadness or hatred or affection in his face.

But Overhaul...

He seemed far detached from empathy. People were tools in his eyes, you included. Except, you worried you were the shiny, new tool that he wanted to use for several, self-gratifying purposes. Overhaul spoke in a charming way, and he had the ambition to run an organization like the Yakuza, but if you asked him to care about other human beings, you had your doubts that he knew how, even if he wanted to.

When he entered your room he was alone. He looked a bit on edge; his messy hair stood up in a couple more places. You weren't positive, but you thought you saw a red blemish fading from the side of his face.

"I apologize," his voice was huskier than normal too, "That took longer than it should have."

You planted yourself in the middle of the room with your arms crossed, but you faltered when he approached you without stopping. He cupped both your elbows and held you like, well, a man coming home to his wife...

"What are you doing," you took a step back. You slid your arms back with you, but he tightened his fingers around your forearms.

"You should get used to it," he said, "We do have to make this look like the real deal."

"The marriage I haven't agreed to?" You scoffed, "I don't have to do anything."

"It isn't obvious yet?" Kai sighed, "I want this to be a positive thing for both of us, and not get anyone else involved."

Yeah... show your true colors, beasty.

"So, I don't actually have a choice. Would you torture me instead if you didn't have my godfather?"

"Let's not talk about that," he said, sounding annoyed, "I realize I haven't been doing the best job at making you comfortable. Let me try, at least."

"Why?" You asked, "What's the point? You're getting what you want regardless!"

"I'm ensuring that your dangerous assets are working under me," he said, "But I want us to get along. It'll make this process... more enjoyable."

You shivered. Deep breaths... just let the guy think he's winning.

"Whatever. Are you feeding me or what?"

He chuckled once, his mood changed on a dime, "I'm sure you're starving. Come with me."

You were already sick of all these bland, winding tunnels. It just made the air feel hopeless. How on earth did these people live down here? Even the sketchy apartments the League took shelter in were happier than this.

It took a lot of effort to not recoil whenever Kai brushed your arm with his. He didn't seem weary of being in your proximity, which should be a compliment, you guessed?

The dining room wasn't much different in the way of decor, but it sure smelled heavenly. The aroma of a promised meal almost distracted you from the mood lighting lit by multiple candles.

"Do you drink?" Kai asked, sitting across from you.

"Depends... I probably wouldn't take a drink from you," you said.

"Why's that?"

"I feel like it's the rich people who would use poisons," you shrugged. You opened the folded napkin and lay it across your lap.