BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

SeroBaku | The Mafia Leader's Son is Into Me

"Sire. With all due respect..."

"I refuse your right to speak."

The room's atmosphere expands with rigidity, pulsating and hammering away at the walls that prevent it from growing larger and more suffocating. Those who stood around the man in the red velvet robe, all felt their grounds fall an entirely new level lower than the pedestal that the man stands in as if it were possible.

"Sire, may give have a word?" A new voice audaciously introduces itself. With a pause that, itself alone, sent unspoken threats to drive fear, the man is granted permission with a slight raise of his bearded chin.

"With-... With all due respect, sire... I have high disbelief that putting your only son's safety in the hands of a new security guard of which we know little to nothing about would be a good--"
"Are you suggesting that I don't know what's best for Hanta's safety?" With a tone so threatening and so bitterly delivered, the room quietens with his outburst. "I know that his safety is in jeopardy with this newbie in charge of it." He hisses, taking a step closer to the one who dared to speak. "That is why I put his mistakes on your hands..."

With seething anger, the man concludes: "if my boy winds up dead, gentlemen, then the blood of both him and the new bodyguard will be on your hands... for the while that I don't chop them off myself."

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Content warning: Implied assassin characters, mafia AU!, threats, implied miscarriages, and possible gruesome topics
Word count: 2935
Request by; hantasero45
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A white robe and some gold slippers are all he wore as he set foot outside for the first time today. His hair drips water and he smells of cucumber and aloe scented body-wash along with the deodorant he wears. The room he steps out of still holds the evaporating heat he produced from showering and it seeps out as the door remains open behind him.

A once tired gaze now gleams with interest as ebony eyes glue to the only person before him-- a rather surprising change from the usual two men who greet him in the same spot, at the exact same time of day daily. 

"Well hi there," become his first uttered words of the day, and they are received with an unwavering grumpy look. "Are you in for my two men?"
"Uhuh."

A few rapid blinks mirror the shock he receives from such a curt, carefree response. 

"Man, I can't remember the last time that somebody responded to me like that," he claims with a chortle. "Sure as hell can tell ya though that the guy who gave me a response like that ended up going... conveniently and coincidentally missing..." 

Still, that sternness never left from his face.

"Alright, you're a fearless one then," he comments, his shoulders bouncing with airy chuckles. "So who are you?"

"Katsuki Bakugo." He curtly responds. "Your new bodyguard."
"Only you?"
"Yeah, just me, what's the fuckin' matter?" He throws back. His first full response has been given, and it has the boy in immense fluster. "What, you don't trust my strength or something? Do I look weak to you?"

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I'm a single kid... never really knew my mom other than the few uttered words my father let slip whenever my little self got too curious. I grew up with the common hap of coincidences, all of which I knew my father and his men had all to do with. It led to my childhood being pretty lonely since any kid or person who said something my father did not like wound up missing.