Dark Impulsivity || BNHA x TOKREV Various

12

YEAR 2008

It was late in the evening; 10:30 PM was when her meeting was scheduled. [name] wanted nothing more than to bash her client's head against the wall for keeping the meeting so late -- who knows, she might just do it when he arrives.

After the short reunion with Katsuki, [name] had been in a slightly sour mood; honestly, anyone could tell by the small frown on her face. 

As soon as she had left, [name] asked Kokonoi to inform the client to keep the meeting another day. The reason? Apparently, she had a traitor in her roots. 

Someone from her ranks had agreed to work with Rokuhara Tandai and had told them about the meeting with her client; he wasn't so lucky since one of her men working in Sanzu's division had overheard him and instantly reported to her.

When informed to the client, he did not agree with the rescheduling and instead asked the meeting to be postponed by a few hours.

Hence, here she was, in a VIP room of a discreet pub, waiting for her client's arrival. 

Finally, the door to the VIP slides open and reveals 5 tall bulky men. They all had visible tattoos except for the one in the center; she could only assume that he was the leader of the cartel.

He was at least 6'1, had black medium-long hair that was dyed red at the roots.

The man narrows his eyes at her, having a hard time believing she was the 'Invincible' [nickname] he heard so much about. But the way she held herself, he could easily tell who was the boss.

He walks closer to where she was seated and holds his hand out.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the commander of Kantou Manji Gang. I'm Ryota Keisuke." He introduces himself.

Sanzu flinches slightly at that name, whereas the young leader looks unbothered and just gazes at the tall man.

It goes quiet as she says nothing and just stares at the older male.

To the others, it might look like she was unbothered, or maybe Keisuke had done something wrong to offend her -- but in reality, [name] was just contemplating whether she should actually bash his head against the wall or not.

After a painfully long silence, she lifts her hand and shakes Keisuke's hand; she could feel him silently sigh a breath of relief.

"[nickname]." She backs away from the handshake.

"Let's get to business shall we?" Keisuke takes a seat as the other four men stand behind him.

She says nothing and instead goes to press the bell near her seat. Once she does, a waiter enters the room.

"H-how may I assist y-you, ma'am?" The shy waiter stutters out, suffocating in the deadly presence of the room.

"Do you guys have Dorayaki?"

-are you guys liking the story?-

-i don't know if i have really captured 17-year-old mikey's attitude much, or is it just me?-

-please don't be silent readers! i would really appreciate some feedback!-

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