𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ

If you were asked about the activities of the villains who dared to attack number one, what would your answer have been?

Perhaps you would have proposed the hypothesis of a secret meeting in the dark to discuss their next plan to destroy our poor society or perhaps that of rigorous training to prepare for the inevitable clash against the heroes.

Well, you would have been wrong. And I can attest to that.

Stuck between two families whose children seemed to have never been introduced to the concept of patience, I found myself playing the errand girl. While the kid facing me finally took a break, the one behind took over in their competition of screaming for some cheap ice cream.

"They're going to give me a headache those little shits"

After leaving my sweet Mari, the duo had dragged me to the city center where had been waiting the other kid with the knife. With the group back together, we were about to head off to whatever place they were about to go when the kid exclaimed her wish to grab a snack, applauded by Twice who offered to get ice cream.

"I told you to let me go alone."

It seemed that being a villain wasn't very profitable considering how the two pouted when Dabi revealed to them that it did not bother him as long as they were ready to steal. With empty pockets, the two kids – though one was a somehow adult – pointed at me with big smiles.

"And let you go?" Scoffed Dabi. His hand around my shoulders, he squeezed it to remind me of my situation "Ojou-san, you keep underestimate me"

His hand was hot on my shoulder, far too hot. I turned my head and he did the same, our eyes inevitably meeting, his filled with amusement, mine surely tinted by slight rage and a good portion of frustration.

"There's a problem, ojou-san?"

"You could at least take off your little flames?"

A smirk pulled on his staples "I could..." he trailed off as he let his head rest against mine.

The action forced me to turn my gaze back to the line that was struggling to move forward. The kids were unable to choose between the same two favors that their age could handle as the mother tried to press them with nice words of encouragement that hid her embarrassment.

"I'm not stupid. I'm not planning on running away,"

The heat on my shoulder wasn't unbearable but for my sweatshirt, it was surely becoming. The kids finally managed to stammer their order in front of the frozen smile of the waiter who couldn't wait to get rid of the family. The exchange of currency was just as chaotic and we had to wait until the mother abandoned her wallet and shoved the money in her pockets before our turn finally arrived.

Dabi raised his head but remained leaning against me. He let me repeat the order of those we had left in an alley far away.

"You want something?" The request was natural to me but it seemed that the villain didn't expect it.

His gaze followed the variety of flavors offered by the shop. I watched the blue of his eyes slide from the almost empty vanilla to the more complex perfume whose quality was highlighted by a higher price.

He turned his gaze over the cashier and answered simply "No"

His eyes had suddenly lost their malice, his hand cold against my shoulder. He rolled up his collar slightly, half his face now concealed.

"Then that will be all," I told the waiter as I handed out my credit card.

With the two cones in my hands and their artificial scent filling my nose, I regretted slightly not taking advantage of it to enjoy a little scoop, or even two; to let me forget my problems a bit.