Playful fifteen-year-old Y/N is what some people would call a villain. He kills, very often, and that marks him out as 'evil'.
In reality, Y/N is a contract killer. He is paid millions to assassinate anybody, from children to pro heroes. To most, i...
Y/N left the rest of the students, heading straight for the wall of the school. The main gate's probably crowded with people - it'll be easier to just leave through my own special exit.
He'd stopped at the principal's office to pick up a few sets of school clothing, only realising he needed a bag for the clothes once he'd left the room.
Thankfully, he'd been able to get one from the same old lady who'd let him into the school, and left the main building.
He turned his body intangible, his purple eyes barely glowing - he'd absorbed the energy a few hours ago and it was leaving his system. After that, it was easy to just walk through the wall surrounding the hero school.
Y/N walked casually down the street, seeing a lot more teens out and about now that school was over. Some of them stared at him, probably wondering why he wasn't in uniform like the rest of them. Y/N just grinned, nodding at some of them as he strolled past.
He neared the alleyway where he'd been confronted by the robbers, and pressed a specific spot on the wall hard with his fingers. The section clicked, then his hidden door opened and Y/N walked in, closing the door behind him.
As an experiment, he took off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and buttoned up one of the school shirts over his t-shirt.
It fit tightly, which meant that it was the perfect size for him if he didn't have another layer underneath. "How do they know what shirt size fits me?"
Y/N took the shirt off, replacing it for his jacket once more, and looked around the room. His cereal bowl from this morning was still on the counter, and he quickly washed it up, accidentally spilling water on the floor.
"Ah, frick." The teen grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up, realising he had nothing to do for the next few hours before bed.
Aizawa did say train, didn't he? I have no idea how to train my quirk. All I do is hunt people down, which requires no effort. Besides, it's not like I can unlock another quirk ability.
Y/N glanced at the wall of contracts, choosing a relatively low paying job. The picture showed a band of five masked criminals running away from a fancy building.
Y/N opened a stand alone drawer, revealing a messy assortment of letters stacked on top of each other. He pulled the stack out, flicking through them white muttering.
"Group of robbers... robbers... aha!" He picked out the correct card, putting the rest back in the drawer, and took a good look at it.
This specific group of five criminals have been repeatedly robbing stores in the Kikenshingou District. They do it in broad daylight, armed, scaring the public and driving away tourists with their latest attack being on a bank.
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They also will stop to mug passing innocents, which causes even more panic among the populace.
Police have been unable to catch them, as they all seem to be able to get out of view quicker than normal people can. This is most likely due to a movement quirk.
Half the sum of fifteen million yen will be paid before the hit. After the group has been disposed of, send confirmation. And after it has been checked that the group is no longer active, the other half will be paid.
Contact (random phone number here).
Y/N took out his phone, dialling the number anonymously. It only took a second before someone picked up.
Y/N spoke first. "I'm here for the hit on the robbers."
There was a pause. "How do we know you are capable?"
Y/N grinned on his end of the phone. "My name is Y/N L/N. I believe you may have heard of me."
Another long pause, Y/N listening to the person breathing down their microphone. "How is the money to be paid?"
Y/N gave the address of the house his space was technically part of. His own 'house' didn't have an address. "There's an alleyway next to that address. Leave the full sum in a black bag at the back."
A click on the phone, then the voice spoke again. "We said half and half."
"Both me and my reputation ensure that it will be done. Leave the full sum. I want to see fifteen million, not seven and a half."
The line went dead, and Y/N got up, stretching. He removed his sunglasses, placing them on the counter - his eyes barely glowed anyway.
Little after the phone call, Y/N was perched on top of a jeweller's roof, overlooking a street filled with various kinds of shops.
It wasn't exactly hard to get here. He'd hopped onto the top of a van sitting in the car park out back, then used the height to jump to the top.
He had a sneaking suspicion that they would try to rob this particular street. It was relatively quiet - the majority of people walking around would be teens, and this street had nothing teens would particularly be interested in.
A few home appliance shops, and the jeweller's he was currently on top of. There was a small fruit stall in front of the jeweller's, and some of the stuff there actually looked pretty good. Maybe I'll buy a bit before I go.
"If they've been active, then they ought to stop by here at least once. Besides, Kikenshingou is small - not a lot to do here."
He sat back on his haunches and waited, hoping that none of the public would see him.
