All of us sat at the round table, I watch them all down the 6th round of shots. I was pleasantly buzzed, I had stopped after my 6th shot. I gently stacked the glasses atop one another, the boys laughed and carried on. "You guys are gonna be shit-faced," I comment looking up from my pyramid of glass.
"Yeah, well, don't worry about that. You're the one not keeping up." He replies with a slight smirk, I merely roll my eyes.
"I have a dinner to go to tomorrow. Rather not feel awful," I pause looking around the club, it felt like someone was looking at me.
"Ooh," he downs another sliding one other to me, "and yet you're still here, at 2 am, drinking." I stop the glass and pondering downing it.
"Well, sleep isn't something I'm good at. Haven't slept well for a long time." I shrug downing another, I knew I should stop but when do I make good decisions.
Time was starting to get a little fuzzy, I had no idea how long it had been but my memory wasn't doing too well. I had flashes of being on the dance floor, the bathroom, being taken to the back alley. But nothing permanent, nothing long. Before I knew it I was conscious in an unknown room. "Fuck."
...???'s POV...
I walk into a local club a normally go for a few drinks, I arrived around 1 am. I drank alone, not talking to anyone. My hood pulled up to cover the majority of my face in a dark shadow. I drank and watched the whores and fuck boys mostly grind on each other while dancing, while their laughing and yelling were slightly muted by the loud modern music blasting. My boredom was expressed by lighting a few of my beverages aflame.
I stood up, I grab my wallet pulling out 1000 yen. I walk toward the bar sliding it to the bartender, I tell them what I and they nod making the drink for me. I scan all the tables, my eyes landing on a girl sitting with three dudes. A few different types of glasses sat around the table, most of them being shot glasses. "Well, I'll be damned. Not a place I'd picture you, (L/N)." I thought aloud, the drink is slid over to me. I thank them and start to drink it. She seemed pretty sober, her outfit was suspicious... to say the least. She looked tired, with every new shot she'd seem regretful. I debated on walking over there but decided against it. I'd just keep an eye on the situation, something didn't sit right with these guys.
I was there for another hour, she had become obviously drunk. Her movements were sloppy and unbalanced, one of the guys were starting to get handsy. I just watched from afar, she was lead into a bathroom and I sighed. I again debated on doing something, I groan and roll my head back, and stand up. "You're lucky you've gotten my interest." I stood and walked towards the bathrooms, the dark hall lightened the further I moved.
Eventually, I stood in front of the men's room, I had no clue which one they were in but might as well check this one first. I open the door, I was met with (L/N) standing in a box with a yellow gas filling it. The man held his throat choking on it, he leaned on the side of the box. "So this is your quirk," sudden screams fill the main room. "What the hell?"
"Oh! Sapphire! It's been a while." She stepped out of the box, tripping over herself. "We should probably go." Her voice was calm, unwavering. If I didn't know better I'd think she wasn't shit-faced. She grabs my hand, I notice how truly messed up her hand was. The skin was loose and extremely red, flaking some. I doubted she could feel anything with it. "Hurry." She said pulling me out the back door. I now stood in an alley, she was barely able to hold herself up anymore. She leaned on the wall and started coughing, gas left her lungs in small puffs. Then she started to passed out, her body slowly slumping down the wall; I grabbed her by her coat and sighed. "Damnit," I groan and pick her up.
...3rd POV...
"What happened here?" A man in a brown trench coat asked a witness.
"I-I don't know, we were all partying when these two guys were in boxes and choking on so kind of gas!" She explained obviously spoked.
"Sir!" An officer called to the man and he turned and thank the woman. "There is another body in the men's bathroom, same state as the others."
"Okay, so we have three dead guys. Different locations. Obviously, it was done by someone's quirk." He thinks aloud and walks to the men's room. "Who was last in here?"
"Sir, apparently according to the bartender they were with a woman, they were buying all of the girl's drinks. Apparently, she had (hair color) hair, (Skin tone) skin, and she wore a big woman's coat." He explained to the detective.
"Right, got it." He sighs looking back at the body of the young man, the face was contorted into pain and distress.
The detective sighed heavily and walks outside the building, pulling out his phone. "Excuse me, I'm a Pro-Hero, my name is Aoki Sakiya, I think I can tell you who did this."
...(Y/N)'s POV...
My head was killing me, the streak of blacking out while drinking remains. I groan rolling over pulling the blankets over my head, strong scent of smoke and maybe cedarwood hits my nose. I open my eyes and sigh heavily, "fuck," was all I could huff out. I had no idea where I was or what happened last night. I roll over not wanting to confront my current situation. I listen to the door open, my body moves further under the covers.
"Wake up, drunk." His voice was ruff and tired, but I immediately recognized it. I turn my head and looked at him, my head hurt so bad that I had to close them again. "hungover? Doesn't surprise me at all, what do you remember?" He sounded annoyed.
"Nothing. I always blackout." I let out a soft laugh. I slowly sit up and groan, grabbing my head.
"Well, to fill you in a bit, you killed 3 guys and you're now wanted by the cops and heroes." He says with a flat tone and it didn't surprise me in the least, I mean we were both villains. My eyes travel down him and then I notice he held a bag in his one hand.
I look away from him and stuff my head in my knees that were now pulled up to my chest,"F-fuck..." was all I could mutter as I tried to wrap my head around his words; but the throbbing from my head was a great distraction. "Why am I always so stupid..."
"Here, Drunk." He throws the bag at me, the bag hitting my leg, I open it lazily. In the bag I see some of mine some clothes, my phone, my wallet, and a toothbrush. I open my mouth to talk but he beats me to it, "I tracked your phone. Broke into your house, stole some shit, then came back here." He shrugged and turned around walking out. I watched this man leave me alone in his room.
"I guess I'm missing the dinner today."
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfiction(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
