UNDER HEAVY REVISION
𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙁 ━ an acronym for the term "Dad I'd Like to Fuck"
━━ Y/n L/n and Toji Fushiguro share the same hatred for the Zenins, and so they begin to plot a fake marriage as revenge against the clan. What will happen when they're...
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The man was incredibly attractive, which was impossible to deny. He was fairly tall, with a lean build. He wore a tight black shirt making his six-pack abs visible through the thin fabric. Along with the shirt, he wore a pair of Tobi trousers. Although simplistic, the man's style was made him more attractive. Looking at his face, you noticed a small scar on the side of his lip. 'Wonder how he got that,' you thought to yourself. The man had straight black hair and memorizing green eyes. He seemed a little older than you, probably in his early thirties.
The man was by himself, and ordering a pair of shots. Maybe he had a girlfriend. "Two shots for the young man, coming up," you grabbed the liquor and poured it into the glasses. You handed him the shots and he downed one, but handed you the other. "Sir, thank you, but I can't while working," you smiled and pushed the glass back to him. He didn't respond, he drank the shot instead.
"Tell me do you know where I can find, Y/n L/n," he asked looking into your eyes.
"Thats me. Wha'cha need?" you asked the man serving shots to the group of ladies next to him.
"Your... Y/n?" he questioned in a mocking tone. There was a very noticeable smirk on his face; he was clearly making fun of you. "Is there a problem or something?" you rolled your eyes at the man. "No, no problem, I just expected you to look more... professional," he pointed up and down at your outfit.
"You asked to speak to the manager of a strip club, asswipe," you spat at the man, "What do you want?" He was silent, but a smug smirk remained on his face.
"Whatever, your wasting my time," you turn and begin to walk away before he spoke. "Fine, but do you think we can talk about this in private," he crossed his arms. "About?" you crossed your arms.
"Business," is all he said.
Did he want to buy weapons from your catalog?
"Business about the Zenins." You internally cringed at the mention of the famous family.
You nodded and looked over at Sukana, "Come to my office. My man will be standing outside. If you try anything I'll have you killed on the spot," you began to walk to the back of the club, the man followed closely behind you, and Sukana was behind him. You entered the storage room where you kept all the alcohol and continued to your office. To get into the room you needed an incredibly long code. Sukana made the man turn around while you typed it into the keypad. Upon entering your office, you walked up to your coat rack and grabbed a blazer, in an attempt to look a bit more professional. The blazer actually complimented your outfit perfectly. The man sat down on the chair in front of your desk. Sukana nodded at you before closing the door. He knew you had a gun on you at all times, so he wasn't very worried.
"So, tell me what's your name," you sat on your chair. Now that you could look at the man more clearly, he looked much more familiar. Maybe it was the scar on the left side of his lip, or his jet black choppy hair cut. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.
