QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S4 Part 34 - Daddy

Butcher...

You held your breath. He looked just as he had when he was pretending to be recruited by the League. His face hid beneath his mask, but his large stature was slumping over a bit. Even so, his dark aura commanded the room.

Yuma was there too. You recognized her silver hair as she helped him inside. Was this a good or bad thing? You looked down at Heller for what to do next, but he had his eyes on Yuma like a grinning snake, sitting quietly and waiting for her to get closer.

You pried each of his fingers from the palm still on your thigh. When he groaned like an upset child you hissed, "I can't be sitting on you in front of him!"

"Why not?" Heller asked innocently.

"Why? Because... he's my dad!" You said.

"And?"

You scoffed, "Okay, clearly you don't know how dads are..."

"Not to be cruel, kijo, but you're not exactly a pro in the daddy department yourself."

You pushed off of him anyway and smoothed out your dress. Why should you worry about who Butcher sees you sitting on, sitting with - hell, his opinions about anything shouldn't matter. Dabi still hadn't moved. He kept his hands in his pant pockets while sizing up Butcher.

"You going to permit my granddaughter so speak with us, incubus?" Yuma addressed Heller with negative enthusiasm.

"Of course," he said, "It wasn't my intention to keep her away from Butcher. Just you."

"Hmph," she turned up her nose, "Just find us when you're ready, child."

"I am," you said. This had gone on long enough. You were practically itching for the gun strapped to your leg. Heller had either been kind or oblivious to ignore it for you.

"Follow me," Yuma nodded her head. Your dad still hadn't said anything, but the room acted like they were waiting to be verbally released from their positions on the floor. You could feel Tomura's bored gaze getting more excited while observing from afar.

Across from the kitchen, off to the right, was another dining room separated by a door. You walked after Yuma and Butcher, with Heller behind. It looked like some food was already displayed for two table settings.

Gods... I'm part of his last meal request? This wasn't bizarre at all.

"You look delicious, by the way," Heller's whisper by your ear made your insides warm.

"Feel free to leave whenever," Yuma grumbled.

"As you wish," Heller left with a devious little smirk. You were surprised he was going to leave you in a room with Yuma and Butcher alone. At the same time, it made you feel trusted.

Yuma assisted Butcher into his seat. This man, so feared and almost mythical, looked like an average person and a wounded animal. You were hesitant to take your seat. There was no way you could fit any food into your stomach right now.

Butcher removed his mask. You remembered his face. His eyes. A lot like your own. His presence frightened you but also made you angry. There were so many things you wanted to say, but now that you were finally here, the words were a jumbled tornado in your brain, all fighting to come out at once.

"Yuma," you said instead, "I have some things to say to you, but I think I just want to talk to him first..."

Yuma paused, "I understand. I'll try not to kill that smug bastard you've suddenly become attached to."

As she passed you to exit out the doors, you were feeling particularly spiteful and muttered, "If he doesn't kill you first."

You heard a faint, half-hearted chuckle, and then she was gone. The room belonged to you and Butcher. His gaze was on the table, but his eyes slowly rose to meet yours.