Worthy | Shinsou x Bakugo 18+ |

Chapter 7

Hitoshi moved quietly, and as agile as a cat. From his years of training and experience in the feild, Hitoshi could move around anywhere without making a sound. As much as he hated to admit it, he was more like Shouta then he'd allow credit for.

"What's our time?" Mina's voice came through the tiny earpiece in Hitoshi's ear. She'd been on the other side of the venue, searching for Kyojin and making sure all of the criminals were there and accounted for. They were going to have a sit down meeting soon, discussing new changes within the business along with a small get together, to get everyone aquainted with one another for further expansions. They were both moving stealthily throughout the halls, covering as much ground as they could before they had to join the others as well.

"The two of you have twenty minutes before we're surrounding the area. The warehouses by the coast are already surrounded." Onyx voice came through the earpiece. "Remember, we're hitting at the same time. Mind, don't fuck this up."

Hitoshi frowns, turning a corner and clocking a few more people on the list, mentally marking them as present.

"Fifteen." Hitoshi mumbles into the mic of the earpiece.

"Add another ten to that." Mina whispers. "Okay, let's regroup and make our own entrance."

Hitoshi rounded yet another corner, pushing his hair out his face. He adjusted his well tailored suit jacket on his shoulder, buttoning the solo button to hold it together. Now, he let his footsteps be heard. When he turned another corner, Mina was exactly two steps ahead of him, just like she should've been. They've been going through this for months. It'd taken a few months for Mina to be introduced to Nao. And of course, he was taken back by her beauty. Her smooth, moisturized and well kept pink skin that always seemed to sparkle like glitter depending on where the light hit her. He'd often stutter when her big bright and slanted yellow eyes peeked at him through her long thick lashes. Mina was his girl. He had plans on meeting Mina's 'father' introducing himself and soon asking for her hand in marriage. He was madly in love with Mina, worshipping the ground she walked on. At this point, Hitoshi was just a prop, anyone who spoke a word of Mina that Nao didn't like, he'd cut their tongue off– or worse. Being this close to the man worked. Mina was the love of his life. Getting his information simply because she fed him a vision of turning their dirty money clean in ways that Nao never even thought about. He adored Mina. She was his girl.

They stepped into the meeting area, and Nao's eyes lit up when he saw Mina, decked out in a long cocktail dress, a deep purple color, her back out and curls falling beautifully over her head. Gold bracelts, earrings and necklace decorated her body, the necklace that hung on her neck was a gift from Nao himself. Nao was standing talking to a few of his customers, but his attention was clearly taking by the woman walking into the room. He held his hand out for her and she took it, just as she got within arms reach.

"Sulan, darling." Nao's smile was blinding and Hitoshi fought the urge to roll his eyes. He pulled Mina to him, placing a small kiss on her cheek. "I've missed you."

Mina giggles, a hand lovingly on Nao's chest. "I wasn't gone too long." She smiles. "I'm sorry I worried you."

Again, he places a kiss to her cheek, Mina returning to favor. They fell into conversation, Hitoshi wandering off, finding Kyojin near the bar, throwing back a few shots. Hitoshi ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks, and was glad he could at least get this last sip in.

"Miyamora, humor me." Kyojin's speech was slurring, but he was still pretty aware of his surroundings. Hitoshi would have to say he was impressed. If Kyojin wasn't an alcoholic, he was damn close.