I woke up with a pounding in my head. I try stretching but I'm tied up? I try moving my hands again. Yup, definitely tied up with rope. Whoever tied me up, did a damn good job. My feet are tied too, but it's not as tight as my hands. It's so damn dark I can't see shit. My eyes start getting used to the darkness. Chairs. A bar. Glasses, some empty some full. Where the fuck am I? Can't be a public bar. Lights are off, not enough glasses for a whole crowd. Am I in someone's basement? I don't see any stairs leading up, only two doors. Damn, that's a small TV. Yea, okay, this is definitely not a public bar. It's way too plain and unattractive.
I hear footsteps in the distance, two males talking and a girl giggling. It's annoying as hell. They're getting closer, should I pretend to be asleep? "And what if she isn't awake?" a calm and deep, but not too deep, voice asked. "Then we'll just have to wait. The information isn't that important," a scruffy dry voice replied.
Information? What information could I have for them? I don't have a job, I haven't been in contact with anyone that's well known. Friends? No. Family? Sh- Damn the lights are bright. I squint my eyes, trying to focus on my surroundings. There are three people in the room with me. Two males and a female. The one male has baby blue hair, a sloppy posture, and hands all over him. The other male is tall, has burned skin that's pierced to his normal skin, and blue-black-ish hair. I gotta say he's hot. The girl has a school uniform on, two buns on the side, and sharp teeth. I guess she's the one that was giggling.
"I'm just gonna get to the p-" the blue-haired boy said before I interrupted him. "Why me?" I asked. "What?" the blue-haired boy asked confused. "Why'd you choose me out of all my siblings? Is it because I'm the youngest?" I was stalling for time so that they won't get to harm me. I hope they think of a plan to save me. "Listen, kid, I'm not in the mood for playing any games. So cut your attitude or I will," the blue-haired boy threatened me. "Okay, okay. Can I at least get your names?" I asked politely. "Himiko Toga," the girl replied. "Tomura Shigaraki," blue hair said. The tall one said something, but I couldn't hear it. "Nope, can't hear you."
Present Mic's voice
Y/N Hakamada, fourth and youngest child of the pro hero, Best Jeanist.
Quirk: Lie Detecting. She can't hear lies but is pretty good with her hands out on the battlefield. She also can't hear her own lies which forces her to always tell the truth.
"What do you mean you can't hear me? Are you deaf or something?" the unknown one asked. "I can't hear lies, you would know that since I'm Best Jeanist's kid," I said sarcastically. "Exactly why we took you. Give us all the info on daddy," Shigaraki said, bending over. "What's in it for me?" I asked. "Are you serious? Letting you go." "Idiot, I know that. I just said that so that I can give you false hope," I said laughing. Shigaraki hit his fist on the bar, in frustration. "Damn, chill out. Doesn't matter what you do, I'm not gonna talk."
The group walked back from where they entered. Guess I'm going to be here for a while. I wonder what time it is. Has dad noticed that I'm gone yet? He's probably working on a plan to find me and get me back safe and sound. They left the lights on when they walked off. It gives off such a lonely aura. All I can do is sit and wait...
